A once-in-a-thousand-years meteor shower sends psychiatrist Gu Yuan back to Chang'an during the Tianbao era.
Penniless and with no explanation for where he came from, he nearly gets mistaken for a runaway slave. In Pingkang Ward, lined with brothels and wine houses, he opens the Worry-Relief Parlor. He uses no medicine or acupuncture, healing people's troubled hearts through conversation alone.
Sleepless officials, anxious examinees, depressed noblewomen, and socially awkward young masters from aristocratic families: he can treat everyone else's troubles, but not his own.
That is, until he meets the white-clad pipa player at the Drunken Moon Pavilion. She tells him she had a dream: in a heavy snowfall, someone stood waiting for him through three lifetimes.
“Of Chang'an's three thousand nights, I choose only this one.”
Modern psychology collides with the splendor of the High Tang, in a love born of an obsession that spans a thousand years.
