Antique dealer × cultural relic restorer
I am the top antique dealer in this business, relying on my ability to see the memory of objects.
That day she came to me with a Tang Dynasty mirror broken into three pieces. The moment her fingertips touched the mirror surface——
I saw the scene of her dying to block my arrow a thousand years ago.
"Fix it for any price." She handed over the check.
I smiled and tore up the check, holding her cinnabar-stained hand:
"How about spending the rest of your life paying off the debt?"
She didn't know that I had been planning this reunion for thirty years.
It's as if she didn't know that the "treasure of the museum" mirror that made her famous all over the world——
It was a fake made for her by my own hands.
Concept: The joy and crisis of regaining something lost