At the age of seventeen, in Mobei, Mo Linyuan thought he would only fight in this life.
Until that scholar-strategist from the south, Qing Lanming, was pushed next to him.
When they first met, they tested each other and secretly vented their anger. They had fun in the military camp and stalemate on the battlefield. The barriers melted away in fighting side by side again and again. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake hides the tenderness and sweetness of the young man's duplicity. They have been honest with each other during countless life and death situations.
Under the flames of war, the affection grows stronger.
The long-term plan is slowly revealed, and the conspiracy from close relatives suddenly breaks the illusion, and life and death lie between the two. The prosperity was shattered by that heavy snow, and all the past warmth was buried in that winter.
When the smoke of the wolf burns out and the world is finally settled, leaving only the trees full of cinnamon, that person is no longer there.
He sat alone in the high hall, with no one else walking beside him, guarding peace for his lover.
Intention: In troubled times, one cannot help oneself. Even if the two hearts cherish each other, it is difficult to break away from the chess game of fate; love cannot stay together, and the yin and yang look at each other across the shallow tombstone. Regret is the lingering reflection given to everyone by the flames of war.