The first ray of morning light, like a golden gauze, gently falls on the simple lintel of "Liulifang". The lines on the lintel are clearly visible in the light and shadow, glowing with the luster of time. For others, this may be the beginning of a beautiful day, but for Shen Qingyi, this light is like some kind of irony, foreshadowing the upcoming fate that will completely tear her apart. Shen Qingyi stood in front of the "Thousand Machine Stove", her fingertips gently brushed the ancient and mysterious dark patterns on the furnace body, and the rough and cold touch came, like the whisper of time on her fingertips. Fragments of vague memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern - they were about Liuli's secrets, about family responsibilities, and about the coming disaster.
Concept: suspense