The thing I regret most in my life is taking him back to Chang'an. ——Xiao Mi
A lonely palace, in the deepest part of this huge empire. Time has eroded the original colored glaze and withered the red vermilion paint, leaving a feeling of desolation. The fragrance of the begonia blooming in front of the palace is just the loneliness of a tree in the eyes of a lost lover. A white-haired old man sat at the entrance of the palace, sometimes looking at the distant sky and watching bluebirds passing by; sometimes he just looked at the begonias in the palace and listened to the sound of petals falling to the ground. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, one day, two days, ten years, sixty years, or never left. He likes to sit quietly in a place, quietly letting a name called Xiao Mi appear in his mind, followed by her frown and smile, bit by bit, this is so good, only in this way can he lie to himself, Ami has never left.