In the 30th year of the Republic of China, in Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, Mo Yuchuan was walking past the sky steps holding a red oil umbrella. Suddenly a burst of gunshots came from behind her. Everything around her seemed to be silent, and countless fragments of the past were like splashing raindrops covering the sky...
"Bilin, do you like girls with ear-length hair?"
"Bilin, are you coming back?"
"Bilin, I can't hold on anymore."
Everything must be over...
She thought like this, and her whole body slowly fell into the drizzle, as if it was four years ago, when it was drizzling in the morning, and purple lilacs fell to the ground.
After thousands of years of desolation, it was about human affairs. Mo Yu hid his tears and returned home. In the troubled times, we saw another story of a hero short of breath and a long-lasting love between his children.