[Imaginary background of the Republic of China｜Warlord×actor｜No realistic prototype]
The general died on the battlefield, the actor died on the stage, and the lady died in the middle of the hall.
In these troubled times, how many people can find peace?
In the end, in the end, they all chose their own path under the torrent of the times.
Everything in the past can only be remembered by the spring breeze.
If you are a passer-by, please come in and sit down, have a cup of tea, and let me talk to you slowly.
Intention: Involuntary love and separation between life and death when the country is in chaos
