I am an antique restorer in a museum, and I am born with an emotional deficit.
When a man cut his finger while repairing a Tang Dynasty guqin, and blood seeped into the broken lines, the sound of an unplayed qin resounded in the exhibition hall.
From then on, there was a cold man in ancient costume behind me who only I could see.
He always whispers in my ear: "Unlock the seal, or you and I will be buried together."
Until that day, I repaired a blood-stained bronze sword. The sword blade reflected the appearance of him wearing armor and bathing in blood.
His eyes suddenly changed: "It turns out to be you, the little witch Zhu who sealed me back then."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
