Return to the West from Chang'an

She is a restorer of cultural relics 1,300 years later, and there are still traces of azurite on her fingertips. He is a young general of the Youwu Guard. His old injury on his left shoulder makes him feel a dull pain every time it rains. When Su Jin opened her eyes in Chang'an West City, she found that she had become what Pei Yan called a "suspicious craftsman." He looked at her dyed fingers with a cold gaze, and she used modern knowledge to see through the fallacies of the ancient map in his hand. One wants to find a way home, and one wants to protect those heading west. From Chang'an to Kucha, the Silk Road is six thousand miles long. She restored murals in Dunhuang, and he fought bloody battles in Suoyang City to guard the pass. Those unspeakable words are hidden in the snow of Qilian Mountain, in the lights of Liangzhou night, and in the wind and sand of Yangguan Santie. Until he dismounted in front of the gate of Kucha City, his first words were: "I brought the paint from Chang'an to you." It turns out that your destination is not where you came from, but where your heart is.