Who would have thought that a single game of script killing would influence the chaotic situation of the Wei Dynasty 1,600 years ago. The imperial power has fallen, half of the country has been reduced to scorched earth, buildings will collapse, and tens of millions of people will be wiped out. But the person who can save them turns out to be a refugee who appears out of nowhere. Who would believe it?
In fact, he himself doesn't believe it. Who knows whether this is just a script killing, a dream, or a parallel time and space. The 1,600-year interlacing of time and space did not give him the golden finger to get whatever he wanted, nor was there a system that could "ding-dong" at any time to save him. There was only an infinite bond with him in another world.
He thought he loved her when she was twenty, but she may have loved her when she was sixteen hundred years old. He had to face the carefully laid out and interlocking traps of the chess game, but he had to resist the urge to hug her.
If you can't find it in reality, just look for it in dreams. But I didn't expect that the debt you owe in reality will be repaid twice as much in dreams.
