After Killing Her Husband, She Spends Half Her Life in Fear

This is a strange story: all the characters' love and hatred are built on a foundation that doesn't exist. Yet this castle in the air has never collapsed.

On a rainy night, a lovesick woman pushed her husband into a ravine so she could be with her childhood sweetheart. A cuff button had come loose when her husband grabbed his sleeve.

The next day, her husband's body was found, his left hand clutching a button. She thought she was finished. But the button wasn't hers; it came from her husband's own clothes. Just as she began to breathe a sigh of relief, a note appeared beneath her pillow. It contained just one sentence: "Have you sewn the button back onto your sleeve?"

Her heart leapt into her throat. An unseen hand had her button in its grip.

That unseen hand, that suspended blade, left her and the person she loved owing each other for half a lifetime. When the blade finally fell, she fought back. She sent the hand that held it to hell, and found the button again.

The moment the button returned to her palm, she went cold from head to toe: it wasn't hers at all.

She plunged into an even greater mystery. She went to Xianyun Mountain to seek out Master Liaoyin. Liaoyin, and yet not free of cause and effect.

At last, two people who had spent half a lifetime owing each other found their way together and stayed by each other's side for the rest of their lives.

The mystery of the button is solved, but the mystery of love is not.

Love is an eternal mystery, one with no answer.