I once thought that in my second life, I would be able to fight with my sword to the end of the world without any fetters. However, in that fateful first encounter, under the peach blossom tree, when I looked into his stubborn and unyielding eyes for the first time, I knew that I no longer belonged to myself in this life. His embarrassment, his blood feud, and his lofty ambition will all become a fate that I cannot escape. In this turbulent era, in this helpless life, if I don't wear red clothes and let the bloody storm blow the trumpet camp, conquer the army, My husband is gray-headed. I will overthrow this apocalypse just for him. If this is what he wants... Maybe he will remember that in the dusk rain, a shy woman's beautiful eyes moved, she lightly opened her red lips, and murmured, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."