The flowers of Wangchuan fell in front of the Lingxiao steps, and the Immortal Master of Qingxiao Xie Qinghan returned with Su Wanyue. He is the bright moon in the clouds, unattainable, but he only gives her tenderness: green silk wraps around his fingertips, and he stands as still as the shadow of a pine tree while practicing calligraphy, and his eyes often linger on the light red mark like cinnabar on the back of her neck. Everyone in the Lingxiao Sect is Taoist, but this is the only one who is at the top of the Immortal Master's heart.
However, the music of the piano suddenly stopped under the moonlight, and the way he looked at her was like looking at flowers through fog. The jade lock he gave her was burning hot every night. When she woke up, he sat on the couch and rubbed the jade lock. The unfamiliar murmur between his lips made her feel cold. That locked secret room became a thorn in my heart.
She finally opened the forbidden door. The room is full of jade statues, their clothes are elegant and their eyebrows are exactly the same as hers. On the heart of the oldest statue, half a piece of residual jade is deeply embedded, and the word "glass" glows faintly between the cracks. She clenched the hot jade lock around her neck and asked in a broken voice: "Who is she?" He raised his hand to brush off the fallen flowers on her temples, his smile still warm: "Don't delve into the old dreams." The moment she turned around, the green silk she had broken off last night at the bottom of her sleeves quietly slipped into the brocade bag in his sleeves.
When the blazing flames set the prairie fire on fire and the pain was piercing, he smashed the entrance door and his roar tore through the sky - "Zhu Li!" He threw himself into the sea of fire like a madman and held her tightly in his arms. The hideous old scars on her wrists burned together with the "cinnabar marks" on the back of her neck, as if the fire of karma spanning three hundred years had not been extinguished. In his heart-wrenching madness, her heart felt like a cold pool: How true were these three years of tenderness? Is this jade lock bound by Su Wanyue or the old shadow named "Li"? Is the cry of "Don't Leave" that brings blood to her ears a salvation for her, or is it an endless imprisonment for the dead soul?
Concept: The work is based on the world of immortals, revolves around the complex emotions of the immortal Xie Qinghan towards Su Wanyue, and explores the love and obsession under the suspicion of a substitute: when deep affection is mixed with projections of the past, and when gentleness hides unspeakable obsession, what is the real emotion? It not only shows the protagonist's struggle in losing his identity, but also reveals the contradiction between love and possession, memory and reality in human nature, triggering thinking about the nature of emotion and self-identity.