My name is Shi Mian, and one rainy night in the park in 2025, I went to visit an exceptionally beautiful person, so beautiful that people dare not blaspheme...
In March 1898, the Qin family, a merchant in the north of the city, gave birth to a young boy with red lips and white teeth and picturesque features. The only flaw was that the mother was pregnant with a disease, and the doctor said he would not live long. At the same time, the Wen family in the south of the city also gave birth to a young boy. It was just that the young boy was born with a strange phenomenon. When he was born, he held a wooden bell in his hand. He never let go, and the sound was clear and crisp...
In 427 AD, under the scorched Bodhi tree, he took off the bell from his hand and hung it on the tree beside him. He watched his blood drain away bit by bit. He thought that his Azhuo would definitely join a wealthy family in his next life and live a life without worries. That would be fine...
I only came to this world as a fairy, but it turned out to be my old friend Dai Yue who returned...
(Updated by chance)
It involves the supernatural and may contain horror elements, please proceed with caution
Purpose: May I not be alone at the end of my life