When the beacon tower lit up with shocking smoke, she painted under the city. The small bridges and flowing water in the painting were very pleasant.
On the city wall, he was looking at the billowing smoke and dust in the distance. She could no longer see his eyebrows clearly due to the distance.
He is responsible for the survival of a country; she is responsible for the life and death of a family; he lives in a bloody feud that will last until death; she lives in a shocking sadomasochism, with deep and shallow love.
Her life and death, under the vivid interpretation of the storyteller, have become a mystery over the years. But their ending is recorded in black and white in the history books.