The past spring and autumn.
The city of the past, the people of the past.
The chaotic war era erased all traces of the entire country, but it could not erase the magnificent legends of that era.
Are they chaotic ghosts and gods, or are they real people?
It was once a creation made in heaven, but now we can only silently commemorate everything in the past through the silk scrolls and the smoke of the battlefield.
Later, Chen Guan accidentally discovered the porcelain fragments, which led to an ingenious tomb. Everything on the murals exaggerated what kind of past it was, a history buried by wind and sand.
Wearing a blood-red wedding dress and rusty armor.
Faced with the difficult choice between the country and each other, they became gods and demons one step at a time. What did the two people choose in the end? Why did this unparalleled love end at the end of that era, and why did that country seem to have never appeared.
It doesn't matter what it is or what future generations will say. What matters is that you are by my side.
Just like before.
(The background is the Spring and Autumn Period, short story/short story)