By the West Lake, I was eight years old and was sold into a brothel. That day a middle-aged scribe passed by, took one look at me, and said to his mother, "I want this child." My mother said, "Mr. Su, she is only eight years old." He said, "I know." His name was Su Shi, he was forty-two years old, and had just been demoted to Hangzhou. But I didn't know until later that a thousand years ago, I was his Chaoyun, and a thousand years later, I traveled back in time, just to meet him again. But in this life, I don't want to be Chaoyun who died young. I want to accompany him until he grows old.
