Shen Yanqing, an arrogant young man from a scholarly family, was imprisoned in a deep house by the warlord Fu Hansheng due to an old family case. Fu Hansheng used sadistic love as a knife to carve out Shen Yanqing's character inch by inch; Shen Yanqing used cold eyes as a blade to cut through Fu Hansheng's madness in a silent place. Hatred is entangled like a vine, but it is crushed into bloody dust in the torrent of time.
Intention: The most profound tragedy in the world is not that you cannot get what you want, but that after you get it, you find that what you are holding is the same handful of ashes as what you want.
