In Jinling City, she was a silk painter who repaired ancient scrolls, silently guarding the remaining traces of ink. He is a small official who guards the forest of steles, and writes the legacy of the previous dynasty day after day. A copper talisman and half a volume of broken pictures lead the two of them into the reverse case twenty years ago. Etiquette and law are like mountains, and worldly feelings are like a net. Although the two hearts are close, they are separated by a sea of blood and old accounts of the destruction of the family. On top of the broken scroll, there are figures in pairs. After all, they can only take photos, not stay together.
