The eccentric nonsense girl is spotless, but her little flower blooms or withers in the troubled times of the Five Armies, no matter who leans down and smells it.
The divine moon is as warm as jade, with an indifferent expression, like an immortal in a splash-ink painting.
Midnight, an amorous young man, charming and frivolous, but he has fallen in love a thousand times and been infatuated all his life.
Zijun, a ruthless emperor, cold, arrogant and withdrawn, is like a god coming.
He doesn't want the unification of China and the domination of the world. What he wants is the battle of the five armies and chaos in the world before he can repay his hatred.
He turned around and left, walking into the snowy sky, his figure silent, endless words, helpless for the rest of his life.
He is willing to hold his hand to draw the beauty of the world, to pour out his lifelong tenderness, to be with him in love, and to see each other in the next life.