Transmigrate: A Fated Love in the Seventh Life of A Chinese Ghost Story

The human world is a place where love exists. Love can kindle a romance amid the misty rain over West Lake. Or perhaps it is just a bitter tear, fallen into the mortal world without ever taking root. Love is a tribulation, and so is hate. Love and hate are bound together by fate, yet they are also... A debt born of sin. I once thought forgetting was the heavenly path away from the sorrows of the mortal world. Only at the very end did I learn that... To be without love or hate is the gravest sin in this vast world of mortals. Fate can be severed, but sin... Must always be repaid. Night is a color of ambiguity. Why cling to it? If a bond entangles two people for seven lifetimes, surely it can only be called a sinful entanglement. There are many people in this world who shed tears for the suffering of others. And just as many demons who weep bitterly over the tragic fates of others. Some say there are no demons in this world. But indulge in fantasies long enough, and you become a demon yourself. Here's my author page. Give it a click if you're interested