Library

In the far west of the mausoleum city, there is a painting gallery. The owner is an extremely beautiful man. No one knows his origin. Every rainy day, there is always an endless stream of guests...

I seem to have had a long, long dream... In the dream, both my father and my mother were in good health, my eldest brother was still a powerful general, and I was still the arrogant little bully on Chang'an Street. But after all, dreams are too short, and people are hard to come by. Red candles and clear tears are blowing on my face.