Deep in the earth's veins of the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, memories are heavier than bricks and stones. When the cherry blossoms at Qinglong Temple, the shadows of the Sophora japonica trees in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and the mist in Qujiang Pond all become evidence, a "transplantation" spanning many years is being quietly carried out in the rainy night. What is transplanted are scattered human tissues, and what is transplanted is the truth that this city will never allow to be buried.
