The night spring water in Qiwu Valley can illuminate the past life, but it cannot illuminate the fate of the bride with blue eyes. Every sixty years, a woman in a bloody wedding dress is locked into a spring with a bronze chain to guard the "fog nightmare" howling under the fog.
On the day when the seventeen-year-old Hengtong put on the silver crown of thorns, she found that the same totem as the God-killing Bride three hundred years ago appeared in her palm. She pulled out a young man covered in bruises from Wu Zhu Yinqiu's copper bell array. The scars on the man's neck actually fit perfectly with the burn marks on her fingers. On the lids of the seventy-nine coffins deep in the night spring, each one is engraved with her haunting birth date.
"Reincarnation is a web that swallows up starlight." The young man who called himself Xuan Lin pressed the jade pendant into her bleeding eye sockets, "And you are the third thousand cracks in the web." When the bronze knife stained with indigo blood cut open the false seal, Heng Tong finally saw the truth buried under the blood-red wedding dress - the so-called sacrifice was just a nightmare-nurturing situation cast with the blood and bones of thirty thousand blue pupils. The red dots of the wedding ceremony were scattered into ashes, and hibiscus trees grew among the thorn bushes. This time, what she held in her hands was not only the stolen starlight, but also the miasma that tried to swallow up the entire night.
Concept: The aesthetics of courage to live towards death