Those who loved her were killed by her own hands.
The man she loved killed her with his own hands.
Sunk to the bottom of the lake for hundreds of years,
She chose to let me, the sandalwood comb beside her in her previous life, be reborn into the world on her behalf.
Her body, my soul, the lover from the past life, the entanglements in this life,
From living for others to living independently, there are twists and turns along the way.
Do they love her body, or me, the spirit living in her body?