If an ordinary modern woman travels to an imaginary era, what kind of life will I create?
Standing in the clouds, watching the ebb and flow of the world, she is a general with all the power in the world;
Once she was demoted and sentenced to death row, she faced it calmly, not knowing whether she harbored resentment in her heart;
Walking in the rivers and lakes, looking at life and death indifferently, can she finally find her destination?
Where is her place of rest, her safe place?