"The phoenix's feathers have fallen for thousands of years, but who remembers when the moon was full on the shoulders?"
A hosta binds two lives. While she was a modern frustrated woman, he was the cold-faced king of the dynasty.
She used future wisdom to overcome his dilemma, and he used his lifelong gentleness to soften her defenses.
However, prophecy is like a blade, and time and space are like abyss. Should we forcefully change the history books and keep it together, or let it go and make it happen?
When the phoenix weeps blood on the hairpin, we finally meet again under the moon——
"A thousand years is too long, I only seize the day."
