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The gentle spring breeze seems to turn back time in this moment. Zhang Yi slowly opens his eyes and finds himself in a modern hospital room. Everything in the room appears quiet and simple, in stark contrast to the luxurious and magnificent Southern Liang palace in his memory. His gaze drifts involuntarily to the table beside him, where several old books and a small Orchid potted plant are scattered, along with some faded handwritten notes.
Memories flood his mind like a tide, and Zhang Yi tries to sit up, only to feel his limbs weak and his body bearing the weight of long years. In his mind echoes the life of Chao Qinglan, the queen of Southern Liang who experienced countless vicissitudes in the ancient world.
He muttered to himself, "Was it all just a dream?" Confusion swirled in his eyes as memories of Southern Liang, Xiao Yan, and Chao Qinglan seemed as vivid as if they had happened yesterday.
At that moment, the door to the hospital room gently opened, and a middle-aged doctor walked in, holding a medical file. He saw Zhang Yi awake and smiled, "Mr. Zhang, you're finally awake. You've been in a coma for a month, and we've all been very worried."
Zhang Yi blinked and tried to gather his thoughts, asking, "Where am I? Why am I here?" His voice was hoarse and low.
The doctor sat by his bedside and explained, "This is Downtown Hospital. Don't you remember? You were brought here after fainting while excavating an underground tomb. It's said that you were still holding a Jade ornaments artifact in your hand. After examination, it seems that it was a temporary fainting spell caused by overwork, stress, and lack of oxygen underground."
Zhang Yi turned to look at those books, feeling a surge of inexplicable emotion in his heart. He murmured, "Those stories, those characters... all feel so real."
The doctor noticed Zhang Yi's change in expression and asked softly, "Are those stories in your dreams very important to you?"
Zhang Yi nodded slightly, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "That is an experience I will never forget, even if it was just a dream."
The doctor had just left after the examination, and shortly after, the news on TV reported the sudden mysterious disintegration of a precious female mummy in the museum, leaving only a pile of ashes.
Zhang Yi witnessed this scene, feeling a mix of loss and complex emotions. He struggled to get up with all his might, but his physical exhaustion left him almost unable to move.
He firmly wanted to go to the museum to find out. Just as he struggled to get up, he felt dizzy. At this moment, Liu Yun walked into the room and supported him in time, saying worriedly, "Zhang Yi, you just woke up, don't move around."
Zhang Yi looked at Liu Yun firmly and said, " Xiao Yun, I want to go to the museum to see those excavated artifacts."
Liu Yun appeared somewhat helpless: "Are you really going now? You just woke up."
In the end, Liu Yun could only comply with Zhang Yi's wishes and rented a wheelchair to push him to the museum. Upon arriving at the museum and seeing that precious Jade ornaments, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions: "Has it only been a month? It feels like a lifetime has passed."
Liu Yun asked with concern, "Have you felt very bored during this month of being in a coma? Do you need to go to the hospital for another check-up?"
Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "No need, thank you for taking care of me during this time. Let me be willful for once. Coming here and seeing these items, I feel like I have returned to that era again."
In the museum's light, Zhang Yi's face reflects a complex expression, his heart filled with persistence and reminiscence for that period of history, and those relics have become the link between the past and the present.
In the museum, in the dim light, Zhang Yi's attention was suddenly drawn to a hidden small display case.
There, a pair of exquisite Orchid-shaped jade earrings were on display. His heart raced, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he eagerly said to Liu Yun, "Quick, push me over to see those earrings."
Liu Yun carefully pushed the wheelchair, bringing Zhang Yi to the pair of earrings. He carefully examined the Orchid earrings up close, feeling an indescribable sense of shock. These were the earrings that Xiao Yan had purchased while visiting the town with Chao Qinglan, and had personally put them on her during her final moments.
A tear glistened in Zhang Yi's eyes as he emotionally said, "Yun, these earrings, I remember... they are not just ordinary jewelry, they hold very precious memories."
Liu Yun looked at Zhang Yi with an excited expression and couldn't help but feel curious: "Zhang Yi, do you really remember the origin of these earrings? It all sounds like a story that transcends time and space."
Zhang Yi gazed at the pair of earrings, his eyes filled with distant memories and unwavering conviction: "Yes, Xiao Yun, all of this feels both real and distant to me. Those experiences are like dreams from a past life, yet they have left indelible marks in my heart."
Liu Yun: "Zhang Yi, although I don't know what you dreamt about during your coma, taking care of you has really exhausted me. Let's go back to the hospital first. You still need to undergo examinations and rehabilitation before you can be discharged."
At that moment, a strong emotion surged in Zhang Yi's heart. He looked at Liu Yun with a determined gleam in his eyes and said, " Xiao Yun, I know you've worked hard for me, but this time, I must come here. These artifacts, these memories, are too important to me. They are the proof of my past dreams, the witness of the emotions between me and Chao Qinglan, and Xiao Yan."
Liu Yun looked at Zhang Yi with such a rare serious look, finally compromised, but in her heart, she thought that after watching it, she must ask the doctor to thoroughly check her brain when she returned to the hospital.
She nodded gently and said, "I understand, Zhang Yi. I won't stop you. But I will accompany you until you finish watching and want to go back to the hospital."
In the museum, Zhang Yi slowly reached out to touch the glass of the pair of earrings, as if he could feel the warmth across time and space. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find the traces of those years in the depths of his memory.
Later, Liu Yun gently pushed the wheelchair, taking Zhang Yi through the corridors of the museum. Every exhibit, every stone tablet, seemed to be telling ancient stories, and Zhang Yi was a part of this story, a living witness.
At the end of the museum tour, the setting sun was casting its afterglow across the sky. Zhang Yi looked up at the sunset, which had dyed half the sky red, and felt a sense of relief in his heart: "Perhaps everything is just the arrangement of fate. Chao Qinglan's life, my experiences, all seem to be inevitable in this way."
Liu Yun slowly pushed him away from the museum, walking back towards the hospital. Although Zhang Yi's heart still held many unresolved mysteries and unspeakable sorrows, he also possessed a unique tranquility and a profound understanding of the past.
Their silhouettes gradually lengthened in the sunset, two people, a lifetime of stories, at this moment, converged into a moving picture, forever etched in the depths of time.
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