"You are a saint by nature, but my hands are already stained with the blood of saints. You should defeat me for them and for the way of heaven." "Perhaps I can't admit it myself, but this is the greatest good I can give you."
The king and his ministers have different paths, and the love is so thin that no one can make a lifelong promise to anyone. I am destined to bear the consequences myself. No matter how hard and tired I am, I am unwilling to let go. I am entangled, tied, and unforgettable. Just one glance, years of disputes, and all kinds of deep feelings were wiped out in ashes and defeated. The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River blows off the trestles, and it seems that everything ends after the four seasons. Standing in the drizzle in the water town, the old friend, wearing white clothes and an oil umbrella, looks like a picture. They are two people who are at odds with each other in the world, confronting each other in black and white, one is life-threatening, bloodthirsty, cruel and merciless, and the other is elegant and noble, unparalleled in elegance, unparalleled in the world. It happened that the two met late, and they cherished each other in their hearts, but neither of them said a word of affection, which was actually a farewell. Perhaps, the two sides forget each other and are hurt by love. The most perfect ending will never end.