In 800 AD, Wujiang, a thousand-year-old town.
By the river, it was foggy and rainy, and I saw a woman in red standing on the bank.
This woman was wearing a red dress. Although it was night and raining, we could still vaguely see her delicate face with beautiful eyes and red mouth. The corners of her mouth were trembling. She didn't know what kind of wrong she had suffered. Tears mixed with the rainwater, flowed down the corners of her eyes, over her cheeks, and into her mouth. There was an indescribable taste, like a five-flavor bottle that was knocked over in her heart. It tasted, but she couldn't describe it.
A gust of evening wind blew by, lifting the woman's hair. The woman bit her lip, looked around again, smoothed the hair in front of her forehead with her hands, lifted the hem of her clothes, and slowly walked towards the center of the river...
Intention: to get rid of the secular world, for the love in the heart, for him (her) in the heart, a promise is just a few reincarnations...