Spring River, Bright Moon

From now on, our news and traces will quietly fade away; spring mountains are dark as painted brows, and the grass is as hazy as smoke., Huang Jingren, "Remembering the Past"

One by one, everything begins to grow increasingly baffling.

The greater good of the nation, the bonds of blood between kin.

A careless word from their youth comes true like a prophecy.

Cheng Huaiyu and Xie Yanzhi will never meet again in this life.