He was unruly, bloodthirsty and cold-blooded, and his life was full of blood.
He is calm, wise, and the proud man of heaven. Looking at him all his life, he can never touch the true love.
He is a man who captivates the country, captivates people's hearts, and is obsessed with fate. How should he choose?
He is patient, humble, affectionate and silent, adhering to the eternal loneliness of his lover.
She is kind, sincere, bright and simple. Even though the courtyard is deep and hazy, she still has a clear innocence that cannot be concealed.
She was as pure as water and as affectionate as the sea. In the deepest part of her emotions, she resolutely let go and left decisively.
She is cruel, perverse, violent and capricious, crawling in the abyss of collapse, burning the loneliness and sorrow of her whole life with her deep-seated hatred.
She, the mighty wind and cloud, the thunderous force, crashed between heaven and earth, cutting off the bonds, just for fate, so that for a moment, she could have no regrets.
Their intertwined and overlapping destinies; their tangled and confusing love; whose hand in the dark turns the wheel, starting a lifetime of love and hatred, fatal attraction, and the sinking of joy...