Hitomi An. Fuchun.
The assassin imprisoned by the darkness walks through the moonlit night, and the cold and charming woman holds the sword in her hand without mercy.
The eldest lady who dares to love and hate, the secretive district president...
She walked through the time holding an umbrella, looking back at the misty waves ten miles away.
Her white clothes swept across the horizon, her features were picturesque, and her heart was filled with sorrow.
Was it him shaking the paper fan and twirling a strand of her black hair?
Or is he flying around with a sword, burying the joys and sorrows in his heart?
Everyone is struggling and everyone wants to find the right person.
In this treacherous river and lake, the wind is blowing and the clouds are scattered, how can this song not be thrown into chaos?
(Original name: "Tong'an·Mingyi Lengzui")