She is the poisoned moonlight, which shines into the deep palace through him.
He is a prisoner drowned in fantasy, holding her like a cold snow.
We meet on a snowy night, and the pipa strings are playing.
She borrowed a step from him to embark on the road of revenge; because of her glance, he fell into a puzzle for half his life.
Later, she became his father's pillow, and she cut out his most cherished past with a gentle knife.
Later, when he returned in triumph, he saw deep in the palace, the face that had been thinking about him day and night, showing a smile he had never seen before, facing his closest relatives.
Love and hate grow from the same root, growing wildly between imperial power and blood feud.
Until the truth unfolds in blood——
Only then did he realize that the snow in Lefang that year had fallen to the ground and turned into blades.
The last look she looked back at was whether it was unspoken love or unsolvable hatred.
Concept: Love is the sharpest edge, hate is quenched ice.
