Time flies by like water. Twenty years of half-human beings are no longer ghosts. I am the ghost ancestor of this mausoleum, but everyone in the world is lost and guilty. The world has changed a long time ago. How could there be a glimmer of glory? The righteous will never return, so how can we care about human relations and life? Wen Fei, but things have changed and people have changed...
Intention: It's love or friendship, how can we tell the difference?