Love, hate, stupidity and anger make it difficult for the world of mortals.
Falling in love is nothing but a phantom, and the beauty of ten miles of beauty cannot be as beautiful as the mountains and rivers. When love turns into a prison, can the heart remain the same after the pain?
"This sword cuts off the past, and you and I will never owe each other."
"I have spent half my life as a soldier, only willing to spread red makeup for you for ten miles..."
The dream came true, but the heart was lost. Is it the king or the beauty who devours the heart?
