Xin Wang couldn't believe that Xue Rao was the reincarnation of Bai Jingxuan.
Maybe she should wake up, sacrifice her soul and abandon her self-esteem. Everything she gets will eventually leave her, or maybe it never belonged to her.
Swallowed by darkness, the cruelty of her years slowly carved scars on her spine.
Something pierced her chest deeply, and someone grabbed her heart violently.
Can't feel anything anymore.
Slowly falling into hell, scraping skin and bones.
You should wake up, Xin Wang said to himself.
But she never woke up.