My name is Yan Gui. My parents said that I chose this name in the hope that the country of Yan would be peaceful and that the wanderers would be able to return home.
But I was born in an era of constant war, and grew up in Yanbei, where war is everywhere. In this life, I have never seen a true home. From the flames of the destruction of the Yan Kingdom, to the stability of Qinguan for thousands of miles, to the fighting in the Chu, He and Han realms, I was like a speck of dust, swept away by the troubled times. The feelings in my heart changed one after another. In the end, I still died in the chaos of war.
It turns out that this world, going round and round, has never let us ordinary people go.
