Jinling night.
Black clouds splashed into the sky.
The cold canal swallowed up the embarrassing crimson color.
The famous Qinhuai actress Qing Yuchu.
Drowned in a conspiracy.
The turbid current pours into the lungs.
Before consciousness sinks.
Only lingering images of the antique dealer Min Lan remain.
Warm pavilion.
Ancient porcelain.
Those warm hands.
Eventually it became a nightmare.
The soul remains.
Obsession is like a knife.
Blatantly tearing apart the latitude and longitude of time and space.
Modern emergency room.
Blinding white light.
Cold equipment.
Heartbeat screams.
Qing Yuchu, a member of the girl group who is on the verge of death.
His body was forcibly taken away by a wisp of a century-old soul.
"Wake".
Pain tears at the soul.
Qinhuai lantern shadow.
Magnesium hustle and bustle.
The two faces were fiercely intertwined in his mind.
Who I am?
Memories are as shattered as glass.
There is only one name.
Like a soldering iron cutting into bone marrow:
Min Lan.
The other side of time.
Deep in the secluded house.
The dusty brocade tent was opened.
The woman who had been sleeping for a hundred years opened her eyes.
His eyes are clear.
But it was empty.
The family tree gives the name: Min Ximo.
Cultural relic restorer.
Novelist.
Memories are ground to dust.
All that remains is his obsession with antiquities.
Mingming points to the way of forgetfulness.
His fingertips touched the yellowed photos in the file.
Panchi jade pendant.
So familiar.
The old name of the restaurant "Floating Clouds and Broken Shadows" is stained on the manuscript paper.
There was an inexplicable tingling pain at the tip of my heart.
Under the spotlight.
New actress Qing Yuchu.
His eyes were wild and burning.
Break through the human wall.
He held her wrist tightly.
Questioning with tears in his eyes:
"Lan! How dare you forget me?!"
The palms are as warm as jade.
The frost and snow linger under my eyes.
A life-and-death search that spans a hundred years.
A golden Ranchi submerged in the mud of time.
Between the misaligned gears.
There was a loud crash.
What they are looking for.
Not just scattered fragments of memory.
Even more so——
Crushed by the torrent of fate.
But it penetrates life and death.
In urgent need of reunion.
Glass heart.
Intention: pure love