The blood-stained silk scarf illuminates the killing god, and thousands of hectares of loess cover the lonely soul. When he was named on the gold medal list, it was also the moment when his faith collapsed and his heart was broken. The countless stars behind him did not wait for him to grow up, nor did he hold on to the Su family's general order that countless people had high hopes for. He died in the hands of a woman, in the arms of the person he loved most, and on Mount Wuli seventeen years ago.
When he was dying, his distracted eyes were like the wings of a newly formed butterfly, unable to move.
Old dreams from the past came one after another: the startling glimpse of their first encounter, the sadness of separation, and the bone-chilling moment when she cut out his hot heart with her own hands. Dreams arise and fall, their origins and origins are extinguished, but they are nothing more than a mirror.
