Eternal Warmth

The bell of spiritual revival is ringing, and the dust of the past is rekindled in the modern era. While everyone was fighting for an "ancient relic", Ji Chen was looking at the three-thousand-year-old tree in his yard and was lost in thought. He is a stowaway in history, a passerby who handed Xiang Yu a cup of tea by the Wujiang River, and the shadow that made Fusu wield his sword in Xianyang Palace. Every moment he touched blossomed into the most brilliant flowers ten thousand years later: the discarded scrap iron became an artifact that suppressed a country, the seedlings he casually instructed turned into the sacred tree that held up the sky, and the missed white moonlight crossed time and space just to meet again. "There are no miracles in this world. The more times I come, the more I become a god."