"Beautiful jade is gentle, but its fragments can hurt people; your smile is as cold as steel, but it is my best shield."
A pair of people from generation to generation. They looked back again through the floating dust in the sky. The red flowers were gone, and the river man made an appointment. However, the furious red man could not allow them to see each other. He washed away the beauty, but could not wash away the blood dripping from his body and hands.
"Qingyun, even when my arms can no longer protect you, please look past my defeated body and look towards the dawn."
On the barren snowfield, can she break through the ice of fate and bloom happily? Dancing with swords on the edge of the cliff, turning a lifetime of resentment and sorrow into a carnival of the end of the world?
Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, thousands of years have passed like a horse, and the Suxue sword appears in the sky. What will the ending be like?
The ancient charm of Lengxiang Duan, the tenderness revealed in the thoughts, the reincarnation of the battlefield, the complicated grievances and grievances in the world, slowly unfolded with a "note-pursuing order"...