In the second year of Tianbao, spring in Chang'an deepened.
Liu Yue's life always stopped on the night of Shangyuan eight years ago. A panic attack caused her to fall into a river, causing her to suffer from amnesia. Every morning when the drum sounded, all her past memories were wiped out, leaving only the fragments from when she was ten years old and her innate closeness to the husband of the Pei family next door.
Pei Jian guarded her for eight years.
From the young man from an aristocratic family wearing bright clothes and angry horses, to the man in green shirt trapped in the morning drum and evening bell. He lived his life as the only mark in Liu Yue's blank world. He knocked on the door at three o'clock every day, introduced himself accurately, and said the gentle words "Ms. Liu, I am in the next room" more than 2,900 times.
The imperial doctor said that thirty things must be engraved into the soul to bring her soul back.
Pei Jian did not count thirty items. He only knew that he wanted to protect his little girl so that she would have no worries and be happy every day.
Even if she could never remember him.
But he didn't know that even if the memory would be cleared, the love engraved in the bones and blood would never disappear.
The moon in Chang'an shone year after year, and he guarded her day after day.
One day, when the moon fell over her shoulders, she raised her eyes to look at him and called him with a smile: "Pei Lang, I'm back."
