The red candle was burning high, and she married into the prince's palace to find traces of her brother; the medicine was fragrant and cold, and he had been hiding in the fog for many years to investigate old cases. A marriage contract, a chessboard game, and the two people who each had their own secrets gradually came into contact with the outline of the bloody fog in the north three years ago during their trials and confrontations. When the gentle appearance collides with the tough wrist, and in the battle between chess and opponents, is the key to the truth hidden, or is it a deeper game? The clear light condenses in the night, and the embers warm the fire. Can they hold hands to break through the fog in the turbulent undercurrent and find each other's true destination?
