"All things bear Yin and embrace Yang, imbibing Qi to harmonize, Cui Chong He." Qin Ming pondered, then used tea to write down the name "Qin Ming" on the table.
In those blurred and fragmented memories, Cui Chong He was his name.
"Why am I here, remembering the name Qin Ming?" He looked at the name on the table. Which part is true, and which is false?
Clad in rags and covered in blood, utterly destitute, he always remembered his name as Qin Ming, but why was he now gradually recalling another life veiled in obscurity?
Qin Ming pondered deeply, inhaling sharply. The Three Colored Flower's streaming colorful mist carried a rich fragrance, making the scenes in his flickering memory smell familiar.
Soon, a past event surfaced in his mind, where a group of people, gorgeously dressed and adorned with beautiful jade, attentively watched a youth whose face still bore traces of childishness.
