"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..." The crisp sound of silver bells rang from the feet playing in the water, and the sound of the river seemed particularly clear in the open land.
Xi Qian sat by the Wangchuan River, flicking the Ban Ming in her hand, and bursts of melodious and lingering piano music flowed out from her fingertips.
The person in front of me has white hair, white clothes and white shoes. The only thing that's not white is the pair of dark green dragon horns.
Wangchuan was in a daze. It turned out that she still didn't recognize him when she woke up in this life, so she was still alone in her third life. So would she repeat the same fate as before?
Intention: When you can't let go of someone, what should you do? Three generations of sadomasochism is the beginning of obsession, or the search for the answer to an endless life.