The nights in Luoyang, the eastern capital, are never calm, and there is an undercurrent of moisture.
That jade handmade incense attracts the soul,
In that compartment, Zhongyuan made a lamp to gather people's complaints,
That blood curse outlines a fatal blow thousands of miles away,
Who is hiding in the dark night and secretly controlling everything?
And who stands quietly, overlooking the mountains and rivers, just to find out all the cause and effect.
Uncovering it step by step, dripping with blood, he is no longer him, and he and she can no longer go back to the past.
They were no longer strangers, only he held hands with her, admiring the mountains, rivers and lakes, smiling at the fireworks of the world.