The swords are shining, the rivers and lakes are like the sea. He, leaning alone on a tall building, saw all the bustling people passing by; he, the cold moon shone on the blade, and the only thing beside him was the cold shadow of the sword. She has a soft heart and a strong heart, and she persists in her chivalry in loneliness. The three of them are all lonely figures, but in the bloody storm, with their own arrogance and affection, they fight to the end of the world. Let's see how the lonely heroes write an unknown legend in the world between grievances and hatreds.
