The day I came here, I fainted at the door of Zhuoyufang.
When I woke up, there was a Pisces pattern on my wrist. The person who took me in said that it was a token he carved with his own hands thousands of years ago.
His name is Xue Anyan, the former general of Zhenbei, and now the sick and frail owner of Zhuoyufang who lives in seclusion.
The imperial doctor said he only had three years left at most.
I thought he was kind-hearted in taking me in.
Until I found the old account book in his study——
Pages were filled with battle exploits and injuries, and at the end there was a piece of paper with only three words: "Thousands of years ago."
It turns out I didn't wear it.
I'm back.
He waited for me for a thousand years, waiting for himself like a medicine jar, and boiling all his words into obsession.
It turns out that I am the Bai Yueguang he has hidden for thousands of years.
I'm a conservator.
I can mend broken jade, and I also want to save cracked people.
——Since he said he has been waiting for me for a thousand years, it is not too late for me to save him.
