Huo Xiaomin, whose parents died when he was young, was raised by his sister Huo Jing. As the only heir to the Huo family, the founder of exorcism, Huo Xiaomin studied exorcism under the guidance of her sister since she was a child. However, her sister died after being entangled with evil spirits when Xiao Min was sixteen years old. Only An Ruiqiao, the fiancé appointed by Huo Jing's family since childhood, was left behind. For him, Xiao Min did not touch the girl's feelings for Huaichun. However, when her sister was around, it was the girl's ignorant and secret love. My sister is no longer here, which is an unspeakable sadness. Unspeakable, intangible.
As a result, she became the only remaining heir to the Huo family, an exorcist clan. The family is in decline and living under someone else's roof. She is calm and cold-blooded. She founded the Lihuo Cult, and Huo Min made all the gods and demons fearful after hearing about it. Who would remember that she had a carefree childhood and was so childish? She had also been pregnant with a young girl, and she was secretly sad? She came back from the sea with her childhood affection for her sister, and for him? I can't understand the constant worry and sadness. Revenge for her sister is her belief in surviving. Is it not her obsession in this life to stay with him?
The feeling of being close to home is timid, and the past comes flooding back, with layers of revelations about the cause of my sister's death. Is the truth bloody?
There is no one in this world that we can rely on. People always have to rely on themselves. My sister's blessings before she died are still in my ears. But is this life too ridiculous? Sad?
The people I love are always close at hand but far apart in my heart. In the past, the good things I thought had finally disappeared. It turned out that I was always alone, coming and going alone.