Sang Yin is the last guardian of Zhaoling, and he lives with the dust all day long.
The master told her that she was from a wealthy family
Due to the collapse of his family, he was fostered in Zhaoling.
The master also said that one day she would return to the capital
The master's mouth is as lonely and cold as the mask covering his face
No matter how much I ask, I won't reveal any more.
Until she returned to the capital, she had constant nightmares
Intention: Where there is a will, there is a way
