CHENYUAN

To investigate a kidnapping case, Xue Zhao, a profiler, went deep into a village of a foreign race, but was haunted by the villager's worship of [Him]. The pale face of Ji Li was looming, and his cold and wet long hair followed him like a shadow. Is the grace He bestowed a gentle killing intent or a bloody love word? The sacrifice He demanded was Xue Zhao's arrogant mind or his cold heart? Is the ghost you... or me?

(Source: Bilibili, translated)