Time flies swiftly by, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred years have passed.
Another cold winter month.
Chang'an, snow fluttering about.
Having expanded several times over two hundred years, Chang'an, once the capital beyond the city limits, now encompasses the former Qu River, turning it into a rather ordinary sight within the city.
By the Qu River, there stands a tavern called Lucky Building.
Atop Lucky Building, a woman sits by the window, gazing down at House-riding Bridge below, engulfed by the blizzard.
Every day, tens of thousands of pedestrians and carriages cross the bridge in the heart of Chang'an, but few know that a century ago, this bridge had changed her, changed the world, changed the fate of countless people.
As the snowstorm grows heavier, the foot traffic wanes, all in a vast expanse of white.
Suddenly...
A figure, treading through the snow, appears.
