Life is like a dream, reincarnated several times. In his previous life, he was Youlan who was crushed by fate, and he was the young man who was devoted to him. One wrong payment separated the yin and yang forever; he jumped down the cliff, just hoping that the fate of hell would be renewed.
Thousands of years have passed, and the mortal world meets again. In the summer of 1998, on the campus where the cicadas were noisy, he hurriedly passed through the corridor with his books in his arms. He leaned against the window and suddenly felt his heart tremble. The familiarity of having never met before, the throbbing of wanting to speak, are like ancient echoes coming from the depths of the years. When the fragments of memory flashed in their dreams, they finally understood that in the wind and smoke of this life, there were unhealed wounds and unburned fires from the previous life.
Duplicitous historian × naive ancient book restoration expert
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Intention: Love can transcend life, death and time, and promises can be preserved by time forever.
