The Black Color of Fengyuanlu

In the long desert, a vermilion carriage drove away. Everything stems from a promise about thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. Who knows, one glance will last a thousand years. Whose desperate move, whose wish wins the hearts of the people, have long been crushed by the gears of fate, leaving only trivial and humble obsessions. It turns out that from the first time they met, their identities separated them on both sides of the chasm. The lost souls in the darkness were waiting for the dawn, the war horses neighed, the blood-stained white clothes, and the strange roads... Who is whose nightmare? It starts with a promise, and it will definitely end with a promise.