"Master Pei's heartbeat is three moments slower than that of a living person."
When the blind piano master Shen Huiyin held Pei Zhao's life gate, his fingertips touched the ice-cracked jade pattern on the side of his neck——
That was a curse passed down from generation to generation in the Pei family, and it was also evidence of his crime of killing his father three years ago.
Deep in the cold emerald mine, jade figurines are singing a spiritual song.
Three hundred jade-inlaid child corpses were peeled off from the rock wall, with Pei Zhao's birth date engraved on the heart; the fissured green blade of the Jiaowei Qin reflected the afterimage of Shen Huiyin's previous life when she was nailed to the altar. And the silver bell wrapped around her wrist was the dying jade insect under Pei Zhao's wrist veins.
"Tongming jade, broken heart sound."
When the piano blade picks up the icy blue jade pattern under the moon-white brocade robe, when the chalcedony sword pierces the blood-colored pupil behind the veil——
This evil fate that started with the transformation of corpses in the mines will eventually be resolved by one person's jade being shattered and one person's soul being destroyed.
But if you and I were born to be sacrifices,
Who dares to judge this heinous injustice?
Intention: Love and freedom do not conflict