"Yam Luo..."
He sighed and brought the lamp down, shattering into pieces of light and shadow, and then flying away like fireflies.
When I woke up after a long dream, where the lamp fell, there was only the torn silk stained with dust.
"It's fate that can't be said, and luck that can't be manifested... It's just mediocrity."
He muttered a few words to himself, lowered his body to understand the broken outline of the place, and then walked away, his figure gradually disappearing.
The whole text is imaginative, but the outline is useless.
Jian Wang San, Wan Hua x Chunyang, reincarnation story, no memory.
The approximate snippet is as follows:
1. Wen Xing and Lu Zhi met for the first time in midsummer, when the cicadas chirped the loudest.
2. At the end of autumn, the sunset was as red as blood. Lu Zhi stood on the rooftop with his back to the light. He raised his head, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, and said to Wen Yan, who had just come up, "You can't tease me anymore."
3. That is a ghost, struggling from the dusty land to the human world. He wants revenge and is full of resentment. It is a soul that no matter whether it is black or white, there is no way to lock it.
4. "Then I have to lie to myself. I'm with you and we're living a good life." Lu Zhi took Wen Yan's hand that was hanging down weakly and leaned forward to press a kiss on his forehead. "Then, see you in the next life."
The target is a long novel, a few chapters and a ghost story.