Dense foliage, large trees, and unmoving wines cannot hide the human bones on the floor. The scent of spring mixed with the aroma of blood is lingering in the air during the winter. Fu Sheng follows her scent. He goes from room to room. He finds Ian's half-eaten bones. He traces the drops of Huang Qiuyan's blood on the chair. She was tortured here.The cerulean fire engulfs the chair until nothing remains. He walks out of the room. She's not far away from him. She's waiting for him to find her.He is not in a hurry anymore; It's already too late. Fu Sheng takes slow and cautious steps in the direction where she is waiting for him. As he gets closer, the delicate melody is louder.