In the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, Lanshan Pavilion. Every time at midnight, two red lanterns in front of the door glow with a faint light, welcoming the strangers and ghosts coming and going. Lingxi, the master of the pavilion, signed a contract with his eternal freedom to seek revenge. Little did she know that the person she had hated for thousands of years had always been by her side and never left.
Intention: love