From Zhongnan Mountain, the journey upwards was difficult, passing through what used to be Jinhua Mansion, now just known as Jinhua.
As an ancient city, there were no traces of its centuries-old past to be seen anymore; modern science and technology had buried all dust in history.
The pair, dressed in traditional attire, walked within Jinhua Mansion, attracting countless glances from men and women along the way.
Li Xiaoyao's long hair had reached his back, with a resolute facial contour as if chiseled by a knife and ax, exuding masculinity yet not lacking scholarly charm.
Nie Xiaoqian, originally from the Qing Dynasty, had an ancient grace and gentleness that modern-day people could not match.
Upon entering Jinhua Mansion, Nie Xiaoqian, normally indifferent, fully revealed her deeply hidden girlish demeanor.
She couldn't wait to return to her hometown, to find her parents, to retrieve her lost memories.
"This is the place."
