On the banks of the Tao River, Xue Mansion was burned, and the farewell was between life and death.
After years of frost and snow, Xue Yun looked at the dark red birthmark on the man in front of him and made up his mind.
Is it Xu Si of the Yin Army or his fourth brother Xue Huaiyi?
Behind the mystery is the buried truth.
As I set foot on the road back home, I feel burdened with a heavy responsibility, melancholy and sad...
At the bottom of the steps, the edict was unfolded and the silk rustled.
"Madam, you won't accept the order?"
Xue Yun gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms. Blood dripped from his fingers, and dazzling red plum blossoms bloomed on the snow. She slowly raised her hand and took the edict. The silk was cold to her hands, but so hot that she could hardly hold it.
A brief reunion is a farewell that will never be seen again; a mirage-like tenderness is the sorrow of a heartbroken person.
The torture hall is miserable, and a young man's glance is the original sin of bigotry.
Intention: When love and hate coexist at the same root, the one who survives is the one who is permanently exiled.