I Have a Book Called Five Thousand Years

The undead, carrying memories of five thousand years, walked from the Xiong tribe to 2024. He has seen the blood in Changping, heard the waves in Yashan, seen the peonies in Chang'an, and guarded the refugee camps in the Republic of China. Every loss leaves a crack in his old books. Today, he is an ordinary old book collector in the city, guarding a book full of names, waiting for someone to knock on the door. Some people say that memory is the source of pain, and only forgetting can relieve it. But he said: "There are some things that cannot be forgotten."