>The miracle doctor who saved me refused to heal people all his life and only made clay figures.
>Nine years after his death, I received a suicide note written by Jia Baoyu.
> Rush back to the deserted courtyard and open the door——
> Lin Daiyu was sweeping away fallen flowers, Xue Baochai was tearing apart the door god, and Shi Xiangyun was lying drunk on the bluestone laughing and shouting:
> 'This world is colder than Lengxiang Pills! '
> And by the stream outside the courtyard, a headless corpse was curled up like a baby, with its neck sectioned...
>Is it mud? Is it blood? Or is it the fate that master escaped for three hundred years?
Concept: Dream of Red Mansions, craftsmen, existentialism