I am the best ancient painting restorer in Lin'an City, and I have a secret skill that cannot be told to anyone. They didn't know that I could taste the tears of previous painters in the paint, and hear the sighs hidden deep in the ink. The orphan girl of the Prime Minister's Palace asked me to repair the disfigured portrait of her mother. When my fingertips touched the hidden grid in the painting, it was like a golden horse rushing towards me. That night, the fire was soaring into the sky, and she said, "The secrets my mother keeps will never fade." I held her hand, which was full of paint, and used blood as ink and life as a pen. At the moment when the beacon fire intertwined with the night, I made the final stroke. From then on, we coexist with the mountains, rivers, sun and moon.
