Gui Mo, every life I wake up at the entrance of Qingshi Lane, my memory is blurred like ink, and the fragments of my previous life are vaguely visible in the morning mist. He never knew why he was reincarnated. He only heard the same low call every morning when he was new: Return. Destiny has woven him into countless lives in the century-old city, and it seems that every intersection is to make him remember something or forget something. He walked gently past himself in the eyes of strangers, trying to use a little kindness to repair the bonds that were broken by time. However, the end of reincarnation was actually hidden in an unfinished picture - only when he looked back for the last time did he understand that all the intertwining of fates were to make him understand that the way back was actually in his heart. The fresh and elegant brush strokes outline a journey of finding oneself, understanding emotions, and gentle confrontation with destiny.
