On the day I died for my country, I broke the jade gift given by my mother to pieces with my own hands.
When she opened her eyes again, she became an orphan adopted by an archaeologist.
There is a portrait of Princess Yonghe hanging in his study, which is 90% similar in appearance to mine.
When the bronze sword in the museum made me faint, all the electronic equipment in the museum instantly malfunctioned.
Until he opened my diary and saw this sentence:
"On the sixth day of July in the thirty-seventh year of Yonghe, seeing Huaiyuan is like seeing an old friend."
He pushed me against the wall: "Who are you?"
I touched the hot red mark on my wrist and smiled softly:
"Gu Qing's family, I have been waiting for you for a thousand years."
