I restore ancient relics at the Forbidden City Cultural Relics Hospital and receive mysterious commissions.
In the Republic of China, the groom's name had to be hidden from the marriage certificate, and the blood stains had to be kept on the bronze sword.
The client paid ten times the commission and made only one request: "Don't ask why."
It wasn't until I was repairing the broken mirror from 1920 that I found half of the photo on the mezzanine.
The man in a long gown stood in the mirror and smiled at me—it was the client who came to deliver the broken mirror yesterday.
He stroked the cracks on the mirror and chuckled: "Three items came out earlier than expected. You can always fix the truth."
Intention: It is easy to cultivate things, but difficult to cultivate history. The hands of a restorer can save thousand-year-old artifacts, but they cannot save an inch of delusions in people's minds.