Near the rivers and lakes, and the palace.
The hatred in the past is the love in this world.
Eight-faced body, four forms of love.
Two lives pass, a sigh.
You never guess where the next page of the chapter will turn.
It is a circle, which seems to be reincarnated by heaven, but it is also controlled by secrets.
You never know where the story will take you next.
It is a circle. People, the world, hatred, love, all the ups and downs in life will eventually return to the original place, which cannot be traced.