With her black hair and rosy lips, her icy muscles and snowy bones, her phoenix crown and rosy hat, she is as beautiful as water.
Whose words gently knock on the door of memory, like the sound of a bell or the sweet sound of a piano, calling my long and clear name?
"Jiu Shao..."
Who is the one who tied my hair with a red rope, went up to the poor green and fell into the underworld, making someone who is a sworn brother-in-law strange and yet familiar?
"Never forget me..."
Who is...
The ever-changing, amethyst-like pupils were like puppets with broken strings, reflecting chaos, ruthlessness and indifference. However, the tears fell helplessly, shattering a dream and shaking my whole world.
Dream... Is this a dream without any reason? !
Sober, dissociated, true and false, real and illusory.
I just want a quiet life, but there seems to be something guiding me... Is that fate?
For some reasons, I have to look for a box and unravel an unknown piece of history...