Shannanjun is a strange existence. She has passed all kinds of people by the Forgotten River, the carp spirit that eats people's hearts, the Buddha who has touched the hearts of ordinary people, and the deity who has searched for the painting. She thinks that the so-called love is just some unspeakable obsessions born of two rotten skins. Is what you call love love? Do you really know who the person you love is?
Intention: The person who dies is dead, no matter what, it is not him