The moon, the wind, the cliff of broken soul.

in white, Lengfeng, Li Nanfang.

these fourteen words are just like those deeply branded in yuezitong's mind. No matter how long she struggles in the endless dark abyss, once she wakes up, her brain starts to slowly move, and she can immediately recall them. It was a night with bright moon and gentle breeze.

she stood at the edge of the cliff of broken souls by the sea, Yang Xiao in white, just a few meters away from her left.

when she held a sharp sharp knife and stabbed her heart hard, she screamed "south, come back -" to her beloved...