We repair history, but history writes us into the most painful cracks
At midnight in the Forbidden City Cultural Relics Hospital, the moment Shen Ci's nano-tweezers pierced the Western Han Dynasty's plain gauze Zen clothes, my left eye suddenly saw the war-torn end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The embroiderer who had the same appearance as her was sewing Diao Chan's blood-stained dance clothes with gold thread, and in the reflection of the burning palace pillars, stood Ji Mingchuan wearing silver gloves.
The cruelest law of time and space quietly emerges - repair is destruction
"Who is repairing whose timeline?"
"When the cultural relics are completely restored, will that be the day when the loved ones are erased from all time and space?"
Purpose: Through the forbidden love between a cultural relic restorer and a time and space drifter, we reveal the deepest loneliness of mankind - our lifelong pursuit of repairing the imperfections of the outside world is just to escape the cracks in our own souls. What is solidified in those shining golden patterns is not the skill, but what we dare not admit in thousands of reincarnations: some existences are meant to shine with cracks.