Xiao Yuan went to the temple with her mother to seek blessings from the gods. Her mother warned her not to run around, but she couldn't bear the loneliness and wandered around, but the place she passed was so familiar. The overlap between dreams and reality seemed like there was some kind of force guiding her into the side hall that was rarely visited by people. There was a string of bracelets on the table. The pearly light was flowing, and the cold touch carried stories that had been silent for thousands of years. The murmuring songs slowly told their joys and sorrows...