[Ancient fictional romance] [The male protagonist's soul travels] [The female protagonist's reincarnation] [Non-orthopedics]
"Ye is as bright as flowers, warm as crystal." - "Ode to the Goddess"
She is a lonely soul who has lived for dozens of lives. In this life, she is floating in the deep cellar, waiting calmly and indifferently for what seems to be a destined death.
He was an alien who fell into this world. He broke into her world with a soul that did not belong to this era, and marked her with a mark that did not belong to this era.
So she mustered up the courage to pick up the rough charcoal strip, and on the square piece of rice paper, stroke by stroke, she described the most real world she had ever seen with her own eyes.
When the fog of identity was peeled away by blood, when the death knell tolled at the age of eighteen, when the prosperous age of whitewashed peace collapsed, she finally took up her pen and entered the world, painting a glimmer of light in the long night.
