[The Grave Robbers' Chronicles] The Plum Blossoms Went Awry (Revised Edition of Suzhou, Uncounted Years)

Since ancient times, the songs in old tales have mostly been about a newcomer stealing away one's first love, and childhood sweethearts being parted.

He said, "You just don't know how much I don't want to miss my chance with you."

When the plums ripen in the summer rain, and misty waters stretch as far as the eye can see, once the rain and fog have scattered, are ghosts and gods the only things to fear, or is it the human heart as well?

This story has been revised from my abandoned work, A Countless Years in Gusu. The main plot will be revised as I write. Its tone is a little more serious than Gusu's, and I can assure you it is not the same story. If you still trust what little faith I have left as an author, you're welcome to jump into this pit.