Miss Yi, She Doesn't Save People

On the banks of the Eight Hundred Miles of Wangchuan River, the flowers on the other side are in full swing. She is dressed in red and holds a Manzhu Shahua in her slender fingertips. Three hundred and eighty years later, the extremely hungry remnant soul pushed open the door of the Bamboo Garden, and an overwhelming amount of food (Yin Qi) swept in, but a few big words were clearly displayed: This thing has an owner and cannot be eaten. … The flowers are falling, the old dreams are still lingering, don't come here to remember me, do you know who it is? The obsession is not over, the remaining soul will not return, the love is so close, the beauty is reflected in the mirror.