Da Qin: My Three Thousand Years with Yu Shu

The first time I saw her was outside Hangu Pass. She stepped off the carriage, her skirt stained with Korean snow. I said, I will find a way to keep you alive. She asked why. >I said, your name should not be included in the history books. Later we hid in the Lishan Underground Palace. Time there is slower than outside. A hundred years on the outside, but only a few days on the inside. We go out once every few decades, meet someone, receive a token, and then send him or her away. Three thousand years later, she asked me if I still remembered them. I said remember. Remember every one. She leaned on my shoulder. The arc of light from the mercury sundial fell upon us. Exactly the same as three thousand years ago.