After the Luo family was wiped out, A Xun disguised herself as a man and entered a deadly game, all for revenge.
On the road to the capital for the imperial examinations, her companions died one after another.
A corpse surfaced in a well, marked with vermilion.
More unnerving still, every death was shrouded in strange circumstances.
The dead had looked calm in their final moments, as if they had long foreseen their own ends.
Qi Yunrong spent eight years searching for his fiancee.
When they met again, she wore a veil. "You've got the wrong person."
But he said, "Lanxi, the plum blossoms on Yuling have bloomed again."
On a rainy night at midnight, he coughed up blood, and she fell for him.
Only later did she learn he was a paper puppet awakened inside a painting.
Born because of her, he would die for her.
Everyone in the world was a chess piece, with life and death controlled by the creator.
What A Xun had to do was find the god hidden behind it all.
Then kill him.
I'll give you a portrait of spring in Jiangnan, to trap you and recreate my obsession.
Theme: Break free from the painting of Jiangnan. We ourselves are the springtime of this world.
