"If it takes me a hundred years to wait for you, I am willing to devote my whole life to waiting for you to come back. If you never come back, I will turn into a female body and disappear into the world. I will go around the sky to worship the spiritual mountain, and use my skin and flesh to make elixirs and boil these weak bones. If there is another life, I will never enter reincarnation, fall into perdition, join the world, never see, never remember, never remember each other..."
The posture of the flower is as charming as ever. The cinnabar-colored spirit hides a faint and unsettling blood color. The tears of the clam beads actually condense into the bones, sinking deeply into the spirit, eating the bones and piercing the marrow, killing the soul and seizing the soul...
Intent: The ugliness of human nature becomes mutual confidants in the pursuit of karma and retribution