Reverberation of Memory: I Am a Tombkeeper in Yongzhou City

There is no day or night, and memory can be remembered like the flickering of a candle. He watched the hustle and bustle of the tavern day and night, watching the laughter and laughter of countless passers-by in the tavern flowing among the cups, and listening to the time dripping from the eaves. And when oblivion spread across the city-state, and when everyone turned into points of light, he guarded the empty tavern alone, waiting for a dark night that would never come.