When the country was overthrown, she was twelve years old and was carried out of the sea of fire. She has been sick ever since.
Ten years later, she changed her name to Lin Hengzhi and sneaked into the enemy's capital alone, hoping to cut off the enemy's weapons line and recover all her blood debts.
The man who once made murderous weapons now only paints waterwheels and spinning wheels.
He never asked where she was. I only sat across from her painting desk every night in late winter, reading books, and the heater was changed night after night. When he blocked the sword for her, he only said one sentence: "Zhaozhao, don't be afraid, there are people around you."
She doesn't trust anyone. But the brother who had been separated for ten years was hiding three streets away. The nagging maid, the silent guard, the fussy senior brother, the venomous doctor, the laughing royal merchant - they crowded her small courtyard, warming her cold fingertips bit by bit.
She wanted to walk this journey alone. But when she looked back, she discovered that as early as ten years ago in the winter, someone had already paved the way home for her.
[Strategy × Group Portraits × Redemption] The chess game of the country with intertwined dark threads, the warm and burning fireworks of the world.
