Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beautiful women, who never let the world see white hair or make snow fall. In order to repay the blood debt of his mother, he reshapes the cross cavalry and walks across the battlefield with a stunning and stunning appearance. Can she seek justice amidst the flames of war and gunpowder smoke?
Father, mother longed for me to be as crystal clear as your first snow, but you dyed it with the color of blood - Liu Fengxue
Zuo Jiaming's love is reborn at the end of birth and death, and their greatest happiness is to wait for death beside their lover's grave.
—Lin Jue
Love, the moment I understood it, I chose to give up. -Didi