Lin Jiaojiao is dead.
She was twenty-four years old this year, nine years after Xu Ting died.
There were many people who wanted her dead, and many people she had killed. There were even more rumors about her in the royal city.
She had worked hard and endured for many years to clear Xu Ting's grievances, and it was time to leave.
"I know I can't see him anymore. I wasn't willing to do it before, but now that's all."
"Xu Ting, I'm here to find you..."
Concept: Love is something you can take but can't let go.