Live four hundred years and the curse will end;
Black hair leads to white hair, two hearts are connected together;
The rose-colored pupils are dancing with blood, bound by long red threads; the uncertain shadow of sin, the sad fate, the lost road; the two mirrors broken by hatred and being hated are double shackles, emerging in the intertwined time and darkness...
The dark wind is blowing——
La la la~·
The above is purely written out of imagination. The plot is definitely not that tragic, so don't mind it~ However, it will be a little similar to the content, just a little bit! ~