Han Shen accompanied Shen Xin back to his old house to celebrate his uncle's birthday, and he encountered a secret sealed by time.
Uncle Shen Yuannian lost his sight during archaeological work thirty years ago and has never mentioned that excavation ever since. Until a yellowed photo slipped from an old friend's belongings——
In the photo, on the jade slab of the ancient tomb, there is a long-haired woman chained in iron shackles.
That face was exactly the same as that of the medical woman Meng Qingyu who had rescued Shen Xin in the mountains half a year ago.
Luoxia Temple, Feng Yu, thunder falling from the sky and locks on the ground, three hundred years of waiting...
When I finally stood in front of the legendary temple, the steps were covered with sycamore flowers. There was no one in the Zen room, except for a letter lying quietly:
"The fate is over, there is no need to look for it."
But that dream that has troubled me for more than 20 years still asks me over and over again at night:
What's her name? Where did she go? Does she... Still remember me?
Intention: Some waiting does not need to be remembered, and some waiting does not need to be responded to