During the war-filled Republic of China, unknown secrets were hidden deep in the alleys of old Shanghai. He awakened to heterogeneous memories in the fragments of ancient books, and those fragments across dimensions vaguely echoed the strange phenomena in troubled times. There are no earth-shattering declarations, only the persistence of silent protection - in the years when warlords were divided and surrounded by foreign invaders, he used his little power to dismantle the fog and find a balance between the drunkenness and wealth and the shadow of swords. Under the dust of the old time, there are echoes of the animation world and the persistence of mortals. He walked on the edge of light and darkness, cutting through the haze with his restrained edge, just to protect the homeland and warmth in his heart, and let those forgotten stories flow slowly under the moonlight of the Republic of China. In the ups and downs of troubled times, every choice coincides with the rhythm of the dimension, and every persistence writes an unusual chapter of the Republic of China.
