"The temple is ruined on a rainy night, and a ragged beggar holds a puppet in a royal robe in his arms.
The world laughs at him for being crazy, but they don't know—"
My name is Xiang Beisheng, and I am a puppet master.
My puppet is called Yin Nanwei. He is very obedient. He can block swords, apply medicine for me, and hold me in his arms when I want to cry.
He couldn't speak, but I knew he was saying: Don't be afraid.
Some people say he looks like my dead lover.
I smiled and said nothing.
——Because I can't say.
If he said that, he would really die.
I will avenge you and bear your infamy. "
These were the last words he said to me.
But I didn't know that the infamy he was going to bear was much heavier than I thought.
Intention: The coexistence of love and hate will make people grow flesh and blood