Cinnabar is like blood, hanging beads weeping.
The lingering past and present life, the chaotic world of love and hate. Conspiracy and betrayal emerge in a love that seems both illusory and real--
Previous life: The translucent petals were as light as floating dust, and the fluorescent lights flying all over the sky drew faint white lines among the fragrant lawns - have you ever understood the sound of flowers blooming?
This life: Everyone is drunk even if the wine is not intoxicating. You smile freely, the clearness of the smoke and snow in your eyes gradually melts away, and the faint mist is hazy - have you ever known the sound of withering flowers?
Am I just your pawn after all? --The girl's Qingqianyan voice sounded faintly, her tone was full of heart-wrenching despair, a smile was as elegant as a lotus, and her eyes were filled with clear relief.