"I seem to have forgotten many things, Yuhua, this is not my name."
"Mother, even if it is your desire, I am willing to let my white clothes be stained with human blood."
"If I can't find you in the world, the world will be empty for me."
"Why should I live for her? I want to live for myself."
This is the story of gratitude and hatred from the bohemian world to the boudoir of the palace; it is a legend spanning the world from east to west, from north to south; it is about the obsession with love and the madness of possession.