On the border of Xuanyong and under Pingjiao Pass, there is a city called Meng.
On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the wife of a minor official received a lantern, which somehow brought up an old incident.
A brothel courtesan, a mute embroiderer, a marquis prince, a centuries-old tree demon, all kinds of people gather in this border town.
Death is like a lamp going out. Those unfulfilled wishes are all the ties after death.
I am here for an unfinished appointment after many years.