Art student Su Lu only touched that ordinary peony petal, dragging her into a completely unfamiliar world. There is no established script here, and history has long been out of sequence. She was like a lonely boat entering the sea, struggling and frightened at every step.
Fortunately, a hundred pens traveled with her through time. Single-handedly, she decided to use the pen as the blade and the painting as the road to split a ray of light in the chaos.
At some point, there was a young man beside her who protected her, understood her, and loved her.
He calls himself a poet in the city, and he can clearly recite poems from her original world, but he knows nothing about "modern times" and only vaguely remembers that these poems come from "distant times" - and he seems to be far from just a person who can write poetry.
The more I integrate into this world, the less I know where to go.
The two team up to try to uncover the underlying code of the world. But the invisible hand is leading them step by step to the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago - to the beauty that once stirred up the storm.
Is that hand hidden deep in the fog of history, or is it right in front of you?
Is it overwhelming love, or ever-lasting hatred?
A thought of elegance and peerlessness, a song of obsession and a long sigh
One piece of infatuation and one piece of compassion, if you only live for one person in your life.
Intention: If you love, you will forget your reputation, be indifferent to profit, ask your own heart, understand people, surpass yourself, enjoy life, and live your life, one person, one world.
