The joy of looking up and down has become an old trace.
The future looks upon the present, just as the present looks upon the past.
For a thousand years, a family has used its blood to protect and pass on a "Preface to the Lanting Collection". Does this have any meaning? Is the relationship between two people that is not tolerated by mainstream society worth holding on to? What determines the value of something, and where does the reason for protecting it come from?
We do this voluntarily and with a clear conscience.
This is a two-line parallel story, a bizarre adventure story that takes place in a modern city, journalists and auditors.