The Sorrow of the One Who Killed the Night Remaining

The Wangchuan family is the descendant of the royal family of the Atlantis dynasty two thousand years ago. This family hides many unknown secrets. As for her, right after she was born, she was appointed as the next head of the family because she was gifted and inherited the ability to predict the future that had been passed down in her family for thousands of years. Later, the Wangchuan family was bloodbathed by unknown guests, and his parents were buried in a sea of ​​fire. Revenge became the only thing that kept her alive. His hands were stained with the blood of his enemies. And all this has been predicted by an unknown person. How should she choose in the face of fate? The people betrayed their relatives and were betrayed by their loved ones and became experimental subjects. It actually involved a shocking conspiracy, and all of this was just to summon a wisp of Shura Ghost Temple. It's ridiculous and sad. Even her remaining identity, the only one she could rely on. He was also replaced by a seemingly inconspicuous servant. She is ruthless and cold-blooded, killing ghosts and Buddhas and has already fallen into madness. The only thing that could comfort her was the cold tears in her dreams at midnight. "Perhaps I shouldn't have lived in this world. I don't seek salvation, but I seek death. Unfortunately, as a descendant of the royal family of Atlantis, death is too luxurious for me." This was the only sad motto she left during that miserable time. Where she can't see, there will always be someone watching her silently. Always worried about her silently and sad for her. It doesn't matter if she can't see it, as long as she's happy. How should she respond to the sincerity that she has ignored for too long? In this chaotic time, I say... I love you. In this chaotic fleeting time... I fall in love with you.