In the beacon smoke of the southern border, the red flame general Lou Zhiyue is wearing heavy blood-stained armor, like Shura stepping through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The victorious camp was filled with the shadow of poison that was more deadly than the battlefield. And when she staggered back to camp carrying the cold bodies of her younger brother Lou Xingxing who was pierced by a cold arrow and her mother Mrs. Lou who fell to death from the city wall, the world that supported her completely collapsed. The doctor Song Yunqi's eyes were splitting, and he used his broken body to catch the corpses of his lover and close relatives, but he could not stop despair from swallowing her up - "Aqi... We can't go back to Jiangnan..." With his promise of consultation in the thatched hut and the rest of their lives together, she sank completely into darkness.
When the dust settled, she returned to the ruins of the building alone. Her fingertips brushed over every inch of desolation. The warm laughter of her father and brother in the past and the childish voice of her younger brother, "Xing'er likes my sister the most" are still in her ears. In the end, she walked towards the ruins of Anhetang where she had first met Song Yunqi - memories came flooding back, from the first encounter as a "dandy who harmed the people" to Fengchai's vow of love under the moon. The appointment in Jiangnan to "ask for a diagnosis and get medicine and spend the rest of his life peacefully" was his last light, but it also turned into the words that pierced his heart and lungs when saying goodbye: "Ah Yue... I'm sorry... Live well..."
In Jiangnan, there is no mist, rain and apricot blossoms. Lou Xianyue was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress made of Xuanqi like blood, a nine-luan phoenix hairpin on her head, and an ebony tablet engraved with "The position of my late husband Song Yunqi" in her arms. Hantan Gugu became her wedding hall. The strong alcohol mixed with intestinal poison entered her throat. During the memorial ceremony that was filled with blood and tears, she whispered to the cold tablet: "We will never be separated again...". With blood staining her clothes red, she finally fell down with a broken smile beside the tombstone inscribed with her lover's name, and used her life to complete this bloody funeral and sacrifice of love.
