This year is indeed a disaster year, with droughts, floods, pests and diseases, and a murderous god with a grimace on a moonlit night.
It's the fifteenth again, a night full of moonlight and murder. Who lost your life tonight? How many past events have been uncovered?
Qi Yi, who has been nesting in Cangshan for half a month, sleeps restlessly every night. His father's scream before his death echoes in his mind all night long:
"Qi Yi, open your eyes and look at this world!"
If the Qingming Dynasty was all an illusion, how could a country be a country? What is home? What makes a person human?
Intention: How can I love her if the world is broken?