In troubled times, who doesn't move forward with injuries?
She is as tough as a weed, wandering on the edge of poison and medicine, just to clear her family's grievances; he is as forbearing as a lone wolf, licking his wounds in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to kill him with a single blow.
Their encounter was the collision of two broken souls.
In that capital city where swords and swords flickered, he blocked countless schemes for her, and she worked hard for him for half her life.
From the beacon fire in Dingxiang to the mist and rain in Yangzhou, along the way, they walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and finally found the glimmer of light that belonged to each other.
