A rain brings a person together for the first time in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River; a fire brings a conspiracy, do old friends still remember it; a sword brings a soul of the deceased, and we love and hate each other from now on; a bowl of wine brings a grain of poison, and then we forget each other in the world;
A misplaced love brought out the entanglement 10 years ago and the grievances between the two countries. Behind those killings was a woman's love that she had given silently for 10 years. Even though I had known that it was an ambush set by you, I still had no hesitation.