In the midsummer of that year, fire burned most of the sunny sky, and the hundreds of miles of palaces were burned to the ground!
Ten years of grievances, ten years of war dust, and ten years of ruin! He said he would give her a lifetime of happiness, and he said he would protect her throughout her life.
Who still remembers why they loved and hated in the first place? Who still remembers how deep the love was then and how strong the hatred is now? Some people have escaped from the vortex of war born of love, but the price is so tragic; some people have been immersed in the darkness of regret and helplessness all their lives, and can only spend the rest of their lives feeling the love and hatred that left them alone!
A war that forgot its original purpose, a true love that was lost in strong desire and hatred, and finally came to an ending that no one expected... The smoke cleared, and a Nine-Dragon Pagoda suddenly stood among the ruins. Inside was her cold body, her temperatureless portrait, and the black mandala she held tightly in her hand! She will never leave him again. Isn't this what he wants in this life? But why was the air he breathed still so desolate and cold, with such a temperature that it was so heart-piercing that it was heartbreaking? Perhaps, she was the only one who fulfilled her choice... Because there was still a strong sense of unwillingness in the Kowloon Tower!