When Pisces Connect Their Tails

When she was five years old, Lin Wan was squatting beside the chopping board for killing fish, and her grandmother hissed: "The fish will always look for its head and tail until it dies. This is fate." At the age of thirty-three, she bit her finger as a mark on the divorce agreement, and the blood stains turned into a fish that was biting its tail and eating itself. Only then did she realize that it was not the fish's life, but hers. From thatched huts that favored boys over girls, to factories with roaring assembly lines, to sieges where marriage was silent, Lin Wan always fell into the same feeling of drowning in every seventh year: forced abortion, betrayal, forgetting herself... Until this time, the blood fish swam out of her body and opened a door: Behind the door is the mirror torture of twin flames, the spiritual talent buried in the family for generations, and the explosive awakening mission planted in her birth chart by the Seventh Star of the Big Dipper, "Pojun."