Embers are what is left after burning. Zhou Jin didn't know what his name meant. All he knew was that he was thrown on the street, like a pile of burnt ashes, and no one wanted him.
Later he got Lihua, a civet cat, who was his only family. They dug through trash cans together, stole meat buns together, and basked in the sun under the wall. Life was hard, but he felt enough was enough.
Later, he was taken in by the largest theater troupe in the capital. The class leader said that he was born to sing, the senior brother said that he was born to be protected, and the people in the audience said that he was a once-in-a-lifetime actor.
But he doesn't want to sing. The singing is fake. The stories on stage are all fake, and so are the people in the audience - they are watching the show, not him.
Only one person is different. The young marshal was sitting in the third row, never applauding, never handing over messages, just looking at him. There was something in his eyes that he had never seen before - not desire, not pity, but... Seriousness.
But that person's surname was Gu. On Zhou Jin's back, there was evidence that his father had destroyed his family.
There is a deeper secret hidden in Zhou Jin's body. There is a melody in his voice that does not belong to any opera. Every time he sings an opera, something responds to him. He didn't know what it was, only that it was there.
Later he found out. That's the answer to a question. And that answer will subvert everything.
His name is Zhou Jin, and he is a pile of burned things.
But what is left after burning can be burned again.
Intention: In the face of fate, love is a futile resistance