A lonely soul from another world fell into troubled times, and a rescue that was doomed to be futile became the beginning of her search for a way home.
She walked on snow-capped mountains, crossed long rivers, witnessed benevolence and deceit, and experienced sincerity and betrayal. The innocence of the daughter of Peach Blossom Mountain, the shackles of the River God's Bride, the glitz of the noble lady of the capital, the iron blood of the frontier general... Her identities changed, but she lost herself under countless masks.
In the vast sea of people, traces of old friends are lost; thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, where is your hometown? Is this search through troubled times a redemption, or a deeper loss?
