On the night when the city was destroyed, Zhao Yuheng did not cry.
Father said, you are not my substitute, you are yourself.
With an iron ring, a sincere martial maid, and a tough and brave heart, she walked into the rolling mountains of the southwest.
On the way, she met a liar who told lies, a medical woman carrying a medicine box, a traitor with nowhere to go, and an assassin without a name.
They come with their own thoughts and stay with their own will.
Not because she deserves sympathy, but because she deserves to be followed.
