In Lin'an of the Southern Song Dynasty, the incense-making lady Liu Yan fell in love with the poor scholar Shen Yan, and a piece of yellow silk ended their twin lives. In front of the gate of the underworld, she threatened to lose her soul in exchange for a renewed relationship, but she witnessed the wrong judgment of the Compass Sutra: Shen Yan's soul fell to the east of Qiantang in the Western Han Dynasty, and she was born in the north of Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Thousands of years of time are like a knife, cutting off the possibility of every encounter——
She ran to the bank of the Qiantang River, where his bones were still cold thousands of years ago; she was reborn in Yuhang in the Tang Dynasty a hundred years early, only to see the remains of the kite in the solitary grave; she escaped into the wilderness of Quanting in the Qin Dynasty, where the green threads turned into snow and finally became empty.
"I would rather transform into a demon than enter reincarnation!"
The soul attached to the ancient plum blossoms has become the lingering fragrance of rouge by the West Lake. Dynasties change like flowers blooming and falling. She catches the similar breath in the wind and searches for the traces of reincarnation in the shadow of the paper kite. Until one day, the boy flying a kite under the plum tree raised his face, and the scent that had been waiting for a thousand years suddenly wrapped around the kite string——
The line is broken. The kite flies. Fragrant.
It turns out that the most painful thing is not the farewell, but the time on the compass that goes wrong forever.
Intention: In the misalignment of the gears of fate, we question the eternity of love - even if we are separated by thousands of years, a wisp of rouge can still pierce through time and prove its existence.
