Emperor Tang

Yun Che happily stepped out of a circle, and when he looked back, he realized that he was standing in a larger circle... After stepping through one circle after another, Yun Che spat on the ground and muttered to himself: "It's still over or not..." What I want to write about in this novel is life, friendship, wisdom, and the pulse of every breath. A different melody, a life in spring, summer, autumn and winter, a slowly unfolding picture