Dead Heart Longing

Dead Heart Longing

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In a reality where the living and the dead intertwine, Gesar, the once mighty king, roams his ancient Tibetan castle as a ghost. His heart, as cold as the snow covering the mountain tops and consumed with bitterness, melts when he meets Nur--a woman like a warm summer breeze, who is drawn to forgotten histories and untold tales. As their fates meet, Gesar's long-dead heart stirs with an unfamiliar warmth, and Nur faces an impossible choice: to save the cursed soul she's grown to love or condemn him to eternal solitude. Amidst the snow-capped peaks and forgotten ruins, their love defies time and human greed, but the shadows of ancient conflicts threaten to extinguish their fragile hope. *** Note: It's loosely based on The Epic of Gesar of Ling. The grand winner of the Immortals' Conquest 2022.
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