My heart belongs to you, I borrowed it for my sustenance, but it became my inner demon
Who do you belong to? I happened to pass by, but it brought ebb and flow.
The wind belongs to the sky. I stole it to blow it, but it blew up the fireworks of the world.
God, who does it belong to? I looked up to admire it, but I saw your silhouette. . .
She is a student in the Department of Archeology at Harvard University. She is young, has both good morals and academics, and has a respected professor father, but. . What, her ancestors are from a family of tomb robbers?
She is her best classmate and friend, the daughter of a declining aristocrat, noble and elegant
However, how many relationships were involved in a paper and a book of death?
Egypt, traveling through three thousand years of time, on the banks of the Nile River, he and she, they and them, different fates, entanglement to the point of death, she has changed, she has grown. .
The best friend, the deepest hatred, friendship in love, is it really so unbearable in the face of power?
The wind ruffles a pool of spring water and sways a few lotus flowers,
The setting sun is like blood, and only the crystal tears of Horus are telling. . .