The day we first met, she was a wandering soul and he was a lazy ghost.
Once upon a time, she was an ordinary woman and he was a cold immortal king.
Can everything in the past be exchanged for a new starting point?
They join hands again, can they stay together again...
I no longer remember how I died, but I vaguely remember that I was in pain before I died. The tattered clothes were already stuck together with the blood all over his body, and a fishy-sweet smell came up from his throat. There was a smell of blood all over his body, and there was an indescribable sense of ruin.