"A swallow is flying, and its feathers are missing." Yan Chiyu should have landed in a stable place in his life - his father traveled all over the world, and his mother's family came from a family of military generals in the South China Sea. The intersection of iron bones and brocade silk should have woven a warm life. However, my wife, a firm believer in burning incense in front of the Buddha, could not tolerate the redness in his eyes. His left eye was as bright as blood, and its red color was universally recognized as an ominous sign.
Since his brother-in-law died unexpectedly on the official business road, his paranoia turned into a relentless pursuit. Yan Chiyu relied on his martial arts skills to escape all the way to Beihai, fighting for his life on the blade of a knife every day. When he was desperate, the whole world was full of colors that refused to tolerate him - only he remembered that someone stretched out a hand towards him, as soft as a bone, but gently caught him from the point of no return.
Intention: Loulan will never be returned until it is destroyed