I am a historian. Wherever there are people, there are stories. Where there are stories, there is history. My history book does not record the great achievements or the beautiful scenery of the prosperous times, but only records the only legend in the world - the story of the original model. The original model, due to Nuwa's mistakes, wanders between the extremes of love and hate, and strays to the edge of the times. Is it the happy smile as bright as a peach blossom, or the darkness of infinite reincarnation? What kind of past and future does the original model have? I write my heart, my heart is my love.