When she woke, she asked him, "Why am I here?"
The monk said it was fate.
All she knew was that her name was Fu Guang, and that a transparent bell of unknown origin hung from her wrist.
One day, she heard that someone had once imprisoned her for a month.
His name was Bingtai. On the surface, he seemed beautiful as jade, yet his mind was devious.
Everyone said he hated her to the bone.
But Bingtai had been dead for a long time.
A scheming, lovesick man x a beautiful, cold-hearted woman
Theme: Leaving realism behind
