The Ditang trees outside the window are blooming again in the spring.
Ayi was lying on the bed and saw a Ditang flower swaying in the wind through the gap carved in the wooden railing. She remembered the way Su Han stood in front of Ditang, his eyes focused and handsome.
It turns out that a full hundred years have passed.
A hundred years ago, the wind chimes were silent and she stepped into the world of mortals. In this way, I met Su Han, met Geng Su, met Mu Feixue, and also met a dynasty in turmoil.
Time will pass, and God will disappear. But that kind of time has been deeply imprinted on Ayi's heart, enough for her to spend a long time alone, until——
God is silent.