Outsider Dling Luo

[Two protagonists, two lines of narrative, slow and hot] Those were the darkest years, and the sorrow of death was engraved deep in the world. After that came the most splendid twelve years. [He] rose in the darkest hours of dusk and hid in the dawn. After that, countless [people] painted 300 years of history with their blood. And now In the repeated confusion, his past has been messy and turned into sand. In the unforgettable hatred, his future is destined to be a dead end.