Shen Ci, the last male concubine of the previous dynasty. He was imprisoned for ten years. It was not the palace wall that trapped him, but the fact that no one in the world regarded him as a human being. Only poetry and painting are his confidant, lover, parents - everything to him.
Xiao Shuo, the new emperor crawled out of the sea of blood in the Corpse Mountain at Border Pass. He killed all the damned people, only to find that he was no longer human. Only the sorrowful concubine of the old dynasty reminded him that he had lived.
They met on the ruins of power and mistakenly regarded each other as the other side of salvation.
But what he wants is light, what he wants is shadow.
He wants to be seen, and he wants to nurture a dream that will never leave.
They had a weird and beautiful life, so good that they made each other cry with happiness.
Until the heavy snowfall on New Year's Eve, he walked towards the end of the palace wall holding the poems and paintings he loved all his life, one poem at a time.
At that moment Xiao Shuo understood——
He is not his salvation.
He just died once for him.
"You ask me what I regret most in my life? One New Year's Eve, it snowed heavily, and a person died in a place I didn't know."
"Who is he?"
He didn't answer, just looked at the snow outside the window for a long time.
"My paintings are still with him."
Intention: Just look at your ideals and don't regret it even if your head is broken.