Bright Eyes

Under the bright moon, I remember the world of mortals, watching the little girl roaming the palace in the maze of love, hate, life and death. In the chess game of life and death, under the pine window, traces of people come and go. Is she the chess piece for him to win the world, or is he the loser in the chess game in her heart? Looking at it in the wind, it depends on how cool the world is. One is a cold-faced master with a cold face, the other is a gentle but scheming senior brother, one is a gorgeous and beautiful young lady, and the other is a silent and peaceful young man who makes flowers and wine. Between love and hate, some come on the waves, some ride on the wind, and how many are immortal. And she always stays here, staying with the person she loves in the long river of this world. Jianghu? Palace? In her dual life, can she still be as smiling as a child? Please wait and see what happens next year.