Ever since I fell off a cliff at the age of 11, I have been thinking about how to get out every day. The villa soaked in blood in my memory, the charming smile in the fleeting light, are all the Penglai Island that I cannot reach.
Qingfengling, a fairyland where outsiders have sung love myths, has never been a place for romance. I have killed my partner of 6 years, and caused the person who saved my life to suffer from eternal poison, just to get rid of his control. But when I came to the old place and found that the vision of these years was just another mirage he created for me, you said, should I kill him or myself.
When you suddenly look back, is there anyone still waiting?