That autumn rain, he hid his bloody fist behind him and said, "Do you also think my father is a traitor?"
She put the begonia-embroidered handkerchief into his palm: "Your eyes are like the snow in the north - clean."
Eight years later, she rode alone into the enemy formation and brought back a blood-stained map of Northern Xinjiang. His hands were shaking as he cut open her shirt that was stuck to the wound.
But she smiled: "What are you afraid of? I haven't taken you to see the Wutong tree yet."
Under the candlelight, she unfolded the map's interlayer - a bright yellow dragon pattern was revealed, which was the late emperor's missing middle coat.
"Lu Li," her voice was as soft as a sigh, "If this case is uncovered, it may turn the whole world upside down."
He held her bloody hand: "Then turn over - I'll accompany you."
We met for the first time under the sycamore tree, and finally formed an alliance under the moon outside the Great Wall - this was a gamble that started with childhood sweethearts and ended with the family, country and the world.
Intention: Childhood sweethearts are never just playing house, they are the accomplices who were chosen to fight side by side in this life as early as when they were young.