The morning light passes through the nano blinds and sifts out fine gold threads on the smart sheets. Shen Zhao opened his eyes. The ceiling displayed today's weather in a thin gold body.
This is an era where cornices and brackets coexist with holographic projections. She is a sixth-grade governor of the Department of General Affairs. Her daily job is to process documents in an antique pavilion. She lives the most stable and ordinary life under the official robe with flowing electronic moire.
Until one day, she took in a centaur who escaped from the south.
The foreigner huddled behind the jar in the narrow alley told her: There is a country in the south called Xia Country. And her country knows nothing about it.
At the same time, Liu Rushuang, the newly arrived military commander, revealed to her the very shallow, metallic scar under her left eye on an ordinary evening—
"I'm not Liu Rushuang."
When the wandering AI, the fleeing centaur, and the frustrated female officer meet under the eaves, a story about "connection" and "barrier", "truth" and "lie" begins.
