On the day Wan Jun died, the snow fell heavily, but it could not hide the scarlet color spreading on the ground.
Her ex-husband stood in front of her, the silver hairpin in his hand still dripping with blood, and his eyes were colder than the snow in the sky.
"Why..."
She spoke with difficulty, and the white breath she exhaled quickly dissipated in the biting cold wind.
The man leaned down and pulled off the bloody beads. The hand-sewn cloak swept across the blood-stained ground. His cold fingers touched her pale face and his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't hate me... Find a good man in the next life."
Wan Jun opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually blurring. In the last sight, there was the blood-stained silver hairpin and the man's decisive back.
When he opened his eyes again, there were ghostly fires all around, and the faint blue light reflected the foresty temple. Wanjun stood in the underworld, looking at the lonely souls floating on the Wangchuan River, feeling a strong sense of unwillingness in her heart.
"You're here."
A familiar voice came from behind, making her tremble.
She turned around suddenly and saw a man in black standing among the flowers on the other side. He was wearing half a silver mask, and the corners of his exposed lips were smiling, but it made her heart palpitate inexplicably.
"Who are you?" She asked warily.
The man chuckled lightly and took out a white jade slip from his sleeve: "I am your guide."
The moment Wanjun's fingertips touched the jade slip, a biting chill ran up her back along her fingertips, as if something was watching her in the dark -
What she didn't know was that she had already become a pawn in someone else's game.
Concept: There is light deep in the mud. The dream chasers at the bottom use tenacity as a blade to catch the glimmer of light coming out of every gap in the net woven by the power of the superiors, and use the opportunity to break through the situation, and finally let their wishes grow.