The purple butterfly that only she could see when she was a child, the nightmare that has never stopped for twenty years, the incompatibility with the world that she has felt since she was a child, the sudden arrival in a foreign world without any sense of disobedience, the fragments that keep appearing in her mind, and the memory begins to become extremely confusing. Which one is the real self, Yang Zhanlan, who has spent twenty years in modern times, or the woman standing on the battlefield littered with corpses? ?
This is a big pit for thousands of years and will be updated from time to time. Please be mentally prepared before jumping into the pit.