A gloomy old school building with wandering ghosts. Mu Zhaofu, a resentful spirit who feeds on pain, has an innocent smile but an empty soul, longs to be needed in despair. Bai Jin is a cold observer holding a notebook. Reason is her only criterion.
She is his "anchor" and he is her "sample". When rational observation is eroded by irrational possessiveness, when empty ghosts reveal dependence, a deformed symbiosis that transcends life and death quietly takes shape. A cold "I love you" has become the heaviest shackles and the most twisted promise in the abyss.
And Sang Chuxia, a young man who was forced to bear the crime of killing his brother, embarked on the road of revenge with the deepest hatred.
(Zhaofu is a bad ghost, haha. I don't know how many words I can write, so I just fill in a random word. I may change it later for simplicity. I wrote this on a whim. In fact, both Zhaofu and Baijin bg/gb are fine.)
Intention: Pain exists, and there is no redemption in the abyss.