She is a skylark raised in the palm of a small tribe leader in Horqin, with plump wings and a heart for the sky.
He is the sharpest sword of the Qing Emperor. He was awarded the title of Beile at a young age, and he is in charge of the Zhengbai Banner. He is the most unruly tiger on the grassland and the eagle spreading its wings in the sky.
An unexpected encounter severely twisted two fateful trajectories that should not have intersected.
He saw her as a prey that had intruded into his territory, a rare bird to be played with.
She hated him for taking away her freedom, and hated him for belittling her pride.
He weaved a cage for her with gold wire, thinking that this was possession.
She hit the cage wall with her wings and flesh, thinking that the scars were a sign of resistance.
In this game of strong and weak, conquest and rebellion, love and hate are intertwined into the sharpest threads.
When pride is crushed, when freedom becomes a luxury, when sincerity and hurt come,
They were shocked to realize that each other had become the most painful and inseparable prisoners in each other's souls.
This is a sadomasochism about possession and escape, injury and sinking.
She is the bird in his hand, and he is the shackles of her heart.
Is it the bird that is imprisoned, or is it two souls struggling between power and sincerity with nowhere to escape?
Intent: In the strangulation of power and emotion, true freedom comes from the eternal struggle of the spirit, and the deepest cage is always the obsession built by the human heart.