People always change over time, not to mention people whose bones have been burned by hatred, buried in the ashes of a destroyed country, rolled through the mire of intrigue, and whose throats have been cut by the edge of love?
They will have weathered marks on their brows and calluses on their palms, and even their laughter will have a calculating sound, becoming strangers that others cannot recognize.
But if you peel away the layer of blood and dust, there is always something that should remain the same in your bones - it is the unfaded moonlight on the wall of Liangqin Palace, the hunting wind on Ye Wudao's battle flag, and the lingering warmth of the words "I am here to guard" when they first met.
Four years after the founding of Dawu, Liang Qin, which had once been at its peak, suddenly collapsed and the country was cut off. The death of the military god Ye Wudao is even more confusing, like a broken sword quenched by mystery, deeply wedged in the cracks of history, causing future generations to repeatedly ask questions. But a group of geniuses who were supposed to be brilliant and unencumbered unexpectedly intertwined because of this country-destroying disaster. From the initial vigilance and temptation, to the final dependence on life and death, whenever we sit around in the cold night, with the fire reflecting our blood-stained hands, we will suddenly be stunned at a certain moment: the beating light in that person's eyes is still the same as when we first met, hoping that Liang Qin's moonlight will shine back into the world.
On the road where their fates are intertwined, they become strangers to themselves in the wind and rain, but every time they look at each other, they see the fire that should always remain the same in the depths of each other's souls.
