On an ordinary noon, Xia Bei was woken up by someone urging him on the phone.
Open the door,
It turned out to be a man wearing Qing Dynasty clothes and covered in blood.
He had a weird look on his face and was repeating something over and over again.
Suddenly, he fell toward her. . . . . .
We are a star,
We come from the universe,
You are so close and yet so far away from me,
I only do one thing every day,
That is looking at you across the stars,
Yes,
I am deeply infatuated with you,
But I pray that I never meet you,
Because I know very well,
After the intersection, there is a black hole of loneliness that cannot be stopped.