The strange encounter in the Jinglin Birds brought the soul of an ordinary girl, Xina, to another world. Before she fell off the cliff, her name was Aurora, which was written in the prophecy as the name of the goddess of the dawn; after she escaped death and climbed up the cliff, she said her name was Xina, the goddess of disaster - Zina.
The goddesses of destiny must have accidentally picked the wrong thread when weaving their nets, and they weaved together such a unique and independent destiny in the troubled times - exuding the fragrant fragrance of roses in the wind.