Troubled times are like the tide, and you can't help yourself.
They missed each other in the smoke of gunpowder and looked at each other under the moonlight, separated by thousands of troops and horses, and separated by their home country and the world.
The smoke has cleared, and the mountains and rivers have returned to peace.
They both took off their armor, gave up their temple authority, and rushed to the unknown ferry in the south of the Yangtze River together.
The same sky, the same bright moon, finally the moon crosses the river, and people return to their hearts.
From then on, no matter the court or getting involved in disputes,
One boat, one river, one month, one pair of people.
Just spend the rest of your life with each other...
Purpose: I am willing to spend half my life fighting in the army in exchange for a lifetime of stability.
