The door stood in the deepest corner of the warehouse, covered in thick dust, like a forgotten secret.
The door is made of sandalwood, the material is solid, and it is carved with some vague cloud patterns. In the eyes of a half-hearted literary and entertainment enthusiast like Wu Mo, its greatest value may be that it can carve a few strings of beads of good quality.
He never imagined at the time that after the broken door was opened, it was not the other end of the warehouse.
But a whole period of more than 1,300 years.
Beautiful and imaginative