When she was fourteen years old, she read a book called Baishi.
At the age of sixteen, she died in the cold blood with the book in her arms.
God if you were here
Please lower your head and look
Beautiful flowers have bloomed in this world
bright red tender petals
dark branches
On a silent night it blooms
That little moan
It's not pain, it's singing
This long road has no hidden fragrance
The cruelest thing is not death
It's loneliness and confusion
PS: The so-called hundred lives are nothing but one thought of good and evil.
The heroine is confused at the beginning, and gradually shapes a new self in reincarnation.