A hundred years later, Si Xingli woke up in the ruins, having a big dream, and the past was all gone.
Familiar people and things have long since moved away, but the trajectory of destiny has never deviated.
Every time the soul-sacrifice lamp is turned on, it witnesses the annihilation of a soul.
She was like a puppet on strings, following a script written in advance, leading to destruction step by step.
It was too hard to walk alone at night. The young man stumbled into her world, carrying the memory of his lover in his previous life. He didn't understand love, but he understood her better than anyone else.
"I have taken over someone else's body, and you have taken over someone else's memory. Two dirty and despicable demons, who is nobler than the other?"
"It's just right, why not get some company?"
Intention: Walking at night with a lantern, all kinds of things in the world