Collecting Ink for a Thousand Years

Unit copy + absolute protagonist + historical fantasy + myth This story originated from my regret for the absence of women in history. Although they lived so vividly in the past, it is difficult to leave their names in history. I hope that their existence has been taken seriously and remembered. At the end of the Yu Dynasty, the world was destroyed by floods. She sacrificed her body to Lingmo in exchange for immortality. The price is: always remembering everyone, but never seeing them again. Four thousand years later, she opened an ancient bookstore called Shimo Zhai in the deep alley of Jiangnan. Revising books, making up papers, guarding a cup of cool tea, waiting for people who will never come back. Until a young female librarian opened the door with a misread Ming Dynasty armor. On the inside of the armor is engraved a name that has been erased by history - Gongsun Lingjing. In the ink realm, Yu Wei saw: the city gate from a thousand years ago, the city defenders from two eras, and the whisper that traveled through time and space—— "I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid no one will remember who I am." This is a story about forgetting and remembering. The ancient female historian has walked alone for thousands of years, just to make the names that have been erased by history shine again. Core themes: · Remembering and Forgetting: Those who have been erased by history deserve to be remembered · The power of gentleness: not revenge, but protection; not confrontation, but remembering · The worth of human beings: Four thousand years have passed, and human beings are still guarding the city, still recording, and still running for each other.