Yu Xuejian, the pipa girl in the tea house, has an ancestral ice porcelain cup.
On the day the cup broke, the blood in the palm of the blue-eyed porcelain repairman's hand turned into ice: "This thing needs to be soaked in snow water for three years and burned with tears for nine turns."
When the moon-washing porcelain doll knocks on the window lattice on a moonlit night,
When the eyes of missing children turn into cold white porcelain,
Only then did she realize that this cup was originally a prison for hundreds of thousands of innocent souls——
And he, Ji Ci, is the cage keeper who will never be burned for a hundred generations.
"Don't trust the porcelain repairman" The rag doll's blood letter is not dry yet,
"Those who drown in fire will live forever." On the heavenly steps, burning wings of ember butterflies were like rain.
When the ice butterflies in your hair are stained with blood and become phoenixes, when the broken porcelain in your heart becomes stars,
She plucked the last string:
"The way of heaven is unkind, so it uses my bones to avenge all living beings!"
Purpose: They want us to be as smooth as porcelain, but we want to be broken and sharp