That day, my grandma died and left me a gold lock.
That day, I rushed home and met a ghost on the train.
No matter what era you are in, there will always be imperfect endings, no matter how perfect the process is.
But no matter what, I always want to believe in the existence of love. Even if the final result is to be alone and sad, I still hope that lovers can achieve perfection.
A subtle love story gradually unfolds in a supernatural atmosphere. A ghost that scares people from time to time, a man who looks very similar to his crush, a dead first love, and a group of inexplicable messengers seeking death.
Huangquan and Biluo, where do you come from and where are you going?
In fact, to put it bluntly, all of this comes from an ancient poem: "The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below."
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