"I've lived from the Qin dynasty to the present day."
Zhao Zhong said it in an even tone, as if he were commenting on the nice weather.
After all, he'd been saying it for two thousand years.
He had witnessed empires rise and fall, and tasted the heights of power and the emptiness that followed.
He had loved, then buried the people he loved with his own hands, again and again.
He had hated, then learned that hatred meant nothing in the face of time.
He wanted to die, but couldn't.
He wanted to live, but couldn't live well.
This is the story of how one man learned to live over the course of two thousand years.
