The protagonist of every story is the unforgivable sinner in the story.
My name is Chang'an, and I was born in the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty.
I don't have a relatively happy and healthy family. My father and mother abandoned me not long after I was born.
But I didn't feel too sentimental. That year, I packed up all my baggage alone.
That year, I began to travel through stories intertwined with joy and tears, savoring the various aspects of the world.
When I was eight years old, a white-haired old man who insisted on endless reincarnation for love and refused to go back brewed a pot of Ditang tea for me, which will last forever.
When he was ten years old, he showed me a desolate scene of brothers fighting against each other with swords in the past, sitting on the dragon throne in the palace.
When I was twelve years old, I saw him lighting the last candle for the one he loved deeply on a lonely night, when he was so high-spirited and famous.
.......
They have never had a complete love, which is God's unfair treatment to them.
That year, I put this Ditang flower in my arms, I put this military-style long knife in my arms, I put this unburned red wax in my arms... These complicated and complicated things record a group of lunatics who were tortured by love and became crazy about love, and record the sourness and sweetness of my journey through the centuries.
My name is Chang'an. The future is still very long. I don't know what will happen and what kind of pain and joy it will bring.
But the road still goes on, and the story is not over yet.