This world is full of cycles and illusions.
When you have not fully accepted the past, or have not been truly burned by an obsession, you will never be able to piece together a complete picture of yourself.
Just like Han Wanting, you can never connect this stable, gentle and calm young man in this world with a general who has been burdened for a hundred years and struggled repeatedly in death.
Only Yan Ci knew that Han Wan Ting was the past, the shackles, the wind and snow, and the scent of green grass that had been waiting for him for a hundred years in the wind and snow.
