Seventh Life

This story was not written by me. One snowy night, I picked up a bronze mirror at the antique market. There is a red rope wrapped around the mirror button, and the stall owner's fingernails are green. After returning home, I dreamed of a eunuch with white hair and blue eyes, who could even be called handsome, kneeling in the light of the fire. He handed me a stack of paper and said, "I can't finish writing, please come." '——Now, the mirror is beside my bed. Guess who are Shen Zhao and Ye Yuan in the modern chapter?