President, My Jade Is Hot Again!

The typeface whispers, but the spirit of writing is immortal; the steam roars, and monsters travel by day. When the typeface flows in the blood vessels, when the gears bite into the millennium context, a secret war concerning the survival of civilization quietly begins in the steamy Republic of China. When the roar of machinery awakens the sleeping context, and the memories of the current life collide with the puzzles of this life, Jiang Shouyan holds the warm broken jade in his hand, standing at the intersection of history and legend.