It was a forgotten history. I only remember one mystery after another that could not be solved and became chaotic. The smoke-filled struggle between three thousand Fendai was mixed with countless strange disturbances. At this moment, I don't know what will happen in the next moment. They were once as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. It's a pity that they were so innocent and unconventional. In the end, they were still lost in the cage of gold and jade with ruins on the outside.
I remember someone once said: "How painful it is for me to hurt you, it will hurt you a thousand times more than me!" But who hurt whom, and who missed whom, no one can tell the truth now! Love but not, hate but not, seek for not, feel disappointed. In the poem "Shaohua", the time is withering, gathering and separation is just a dream.