Four Lifetimes of Love and Tribulation: Shu Zhu and Yu Ze

On that road, there was no blood, no war, no clouds of windblown sand, and no endless slaughter. There was only the lingering drizzle of Jiangnan, a wooden cottage surrounded by green bamboo, a gently flowing stream, and books fragrant with ink. Even though they both knew it could never happen. Gongsun Ce seemed not to hear. He only gazed at the battlefield, now a bloodstained shambles, and at the Great Song that had vanished into the wind and snow. Suddenly, he smiled. Then he turned and leaped from the city wall. Theme: