Some waiting can transcend time and space; some bonds cannot be separated even in life and death. A hundred years of obsession, traveling through life and death, quietly penetrated into the whirlpool of wind and rain. On a rainy night, Qingze's modern car suddenly and mysteriously evaporated in front of the old house of the Republic of China. What followed was the ringing of copper bells under the locust tree - the whirlpool of fate had already quietly opened, and the door of time and space also quietly opened at this moment. All entanglements and fates, like waves, quietly flow into the unknown future.
Intention: Destiny as a guide, spiritual eyes lock my reincarnation oath