As a cry came from the room, Yuan Chang knew that from now on, she would be like a lonely boat thrown into the huge waves, and would have to be involved in the tide of the end of the world. In the early years of the Republic of China, warlords were fighting, and two women met and fell in love in troubled times. Can we break through the shackles? No hatred of the country and family, no desire for money and power, just you and me, fingers entangled, until death. "No, I can die with you, but as long as we live, we must shoulder this responsibility."
Your shoulders used to be my secret joy and desire, but now, only the medals burned into my blood and bones remain.
If love is pain, it is better to forget me.