In 2025, at midnight on the night of the Chinese Yuan Dynasty, I witnessed in my dream a deep love that has been forgotten by history.
The war broke out and the country was destroyed. She and her childhood sweetheart Qin An were violently separated by fate in that turmoil.
He died in battle and was wrapped in horse leather? Or should he return to his hometown and marry someone else? ... The fragments in the dream are confusing.
And she is waiting hard in troubled times until her beauty turns white? Or resolutely embark on the vast journey to find him?
Why did this thousand-year-old event that should have been buried in the loess break into my dream alone on the night of the Ghostly Yuan Dynasty?
Is this "Qizhou Lost Dream" an echo of history, or... Her instructions across time and space?
Intention: Real existence lies in being seen. Life and death are only defined by later generations.