She was originally a lady from a famous family, but she was living in a brothel. He disturbed her red candle night, but she unexpectedly saved him. She thought it was just a fleeting encounter, but he chased him and fled to a foreign country...
When they met on the battlefield three years later, was the young marshal who threw her down under gunfire the same man she saved?
He broke into her world, broke into enemy camps and took over territory to save her; she resolutely ran away from marriage for him, even at the cost of eternal infamy;
I thought that a thousand-year date would come true, but what I didn't know was that what awaited me was heartbreaking pain. . .
When love and hate are intertwined, when love and hatred are entangled, when the country and the beauty cannot have both, what should we do?
The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind and dew setting the midnight sun?
After the disaster, the person standing under the fiery red maple tree is still the same person yesterday. . .