By mistake, fate is intertwined. She began a life of being a ghost slave who was forced to "raise ghosts".
The yin and yang are reversed, and the ghosts and gods make mistakes. She signed a soul contract with the last pure human on earth, and began a history of "domesticated" blood and tears of molestation and counter-molestation, oppression and oppression.
Two equally lonely souls, two equally unbearable years. In this cold-blooded and unfeeling era of the future, love is like a mandala blooming on the banks of the Forgotten River, elusive but elusive.
Time and space are intertwined, and so is love. What can I do to hold your hand tightly when you leave?
You are the bright colors that have intertwined in my dark life.
