In the 16th year of the Republic of China, Gu Xueyi met Marshal Xie for the first time. Even when that person smiles, his eyes are arrogant.
Love built on conspiracy, lies and betrayal is like a twisted plant slowly sprouting in a damp and dark corner.
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Gu Xueyi saw Marshal Xie for the last time. The handsome young man was as helpless as a child.
This love that floats in troubled times has quietly turned into ashes like countless joys and sorrows of life and death that have been buried in the torrent of the times.
"A path of cold pines is covered with snow, and deep within the tung flowers is my concubine's house."