[Cultural Relic Restorer × Spectator in the Rift of Time and Space]
When Shen Zhiwei was restoring cultural relics, he touched a privately carved lotus pod on the back of a Tang Dynasty bronze mirror.
When she opened her eyes again, she was standing under the pillars of the Daming Palace. There was a line of footprints that did not belong to her on the blue brick floor.
Every time she travels back and forth, she fulfills other people's long-cherished wishes: sending a mirror home, burning a porcelain bowl to recognize relatives, delivering a poem to someone who can't wait...
And every time, there is always a crow-green figure in the dark to come to her rescue. He knew the object in her arms, knew the trap she was about to step into, and even knew she would touch her earlobes when she was nervous.
She asked him: \\\"How do you know this?\\\"
He smiled, like a piece of paper that has been folded repeatedly: \\\"I have watched the moon here for ninety-seven years. Every cycle is different, but no one has ever asked me whether the moon is round.\\\"
He is Xie Changyuan, a young scholar in the late Southern Song Dynasty, a ghost trapped in the rift of time and space.
She was the first ray of light that leaked into his hundred years of loneliness.
But every time she completes a mission, it means she has to return to modern times and leave him in the darkness.
Shen Zhiwei held the bronze mirror and finally understood: She had repaired so many things, and this time, she was repairing him.
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