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They were bound by fate to use blood to wash away their love. Should he give up or hold on, should he follow or silently protect? The rouge blood dyed the night sky red, so red that they could no longer see the world clearly.

Ye Suqi, the indifferent and elegant soul of another world, Xili Pool, which was as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old soul, and Xiao Chengzhe, who was as seductive as a thousand-year-old fox. What they encountered was a prehistorical marriage, or was it a trick of fate? What changed was the vicissitudes of life, or the hearts of people. What was buried was the past, or was it the turbulent undercurrent?

An emotional chase like leaves, trees, and wind. Was the final destination of the leaves the tree or the ethereal wind?

When this long pursuit reached the end, what did they ask for and what did they get? Was it regret or perfection? Was it destruction or redemption? Was it a farewell or a promise?