After waiting for a long time, the lover from his previous life changed beyond recognition and appeared in the dark cellar of the bizarre Angkor Wat. My mother's heavy prediction 20 years ago has now become a reality. Why do you have to promise to love someone for eternity? If love is too heavy, it becomes a shackles. Should I choose to return to being a spirit body, possessing supreme magic power, and living in both places, or should I choose to be a wandering cloud and wild crane, free and easy?
Maybe in this life, I want to leave you and go on a parade.