Asked by the master to go down the mountain to play a game of chess, I met a handsome young man and ignored him.
In the court, they met again and were ignored again.
In the teahouse, a young man came gracefully and just exchanged a few words.
Later, we met too many times by chance, gradually got to know each other, and our identities were revealed.
Later, she went to the battlefield, but the news of her victory spread together with the news of her death... It was not over yet.