The cold wind blew, cold... A sudden awakening suddenly. Tibet is summer, so how could it be so cold? Su Tong stretched out her eyelids, a piece of grass, a tall grass, a yellow grass... She was weak all over, and she raised her right elbow, trying to struggle, and found a small tender leg that was trying to stand up... Her ear buzzed: I... I'm wearing... my soul pierced!! Dead like a flower, how did your violent time-travel resentment fulfill me?! Ruhua's wish is to travel for ten thousand years...