On the Yongding River in the eleventh year of the Republic of China, artillery fire did not break the bond between Chao Ming and Yin Qi Bai.
His former comrades turned into rivals on the battlefield, he attacked his granary, he detained his adjutant, but they fought him to death in a cold tent - the burning heat of the gun muzzle on his waist, the red marks on his wrists, and the whisper of "You are reluctant to kill me", all concealed unexplained ambiguity.
The sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is soaked in the smell of gunpowder smoke, and old wounds feel hot when touched. The private meetings outside the tent late at night, the side by side in the darkroom, and even the flash of swords and swords all become flirtations.
"What about friend or foe?" Yin Qibai squeezed out his cigar and felt his pulse with his fingertips, "I just want to be closer to you."
When the battle report is stained with blood, and when the guns are pointed at each other, they are the most ruthless enemies, and they are also the "sweethearts" who understand each other best. In the troubled times, the flames of war have turned into a lingering relationship to death.
Intention: Born at the wrong time, withheld love
