A beauty brings disaster, a country is overwhelmed by a city, and a city is conquered by people.
"The direction of your existence is the direction of my heart." The person who could say such innocent words back then has now become cruel and violent because of being tainted with interests. He slaughtered the city with his own hands just to satisfy the hatred of the person in his heart. However, no matter how he changes, the heart that loves him will not change, and that person will never come back.
"Do you know that we are not recognized by the world... So, Ah Qing, let me go and let yourself go, okay?" He looked helplessly at the young man in front of him. His Ah Qing had grown up and was even taller than him, but he was still simple and willful.
"Aqing, stop! Do you know what you are doing!"
The hazy drizzle fell, and the young man's clothes were soaked with blood. He held him in his arms, but he closed his eyes and never woke up. The young man's voice trembled and he whispered softly: "Zhe, please wake up, I won't be willful anymore, and I won't kill people randomly for this. As long as you wake up... Wake up, Zhe..." It turned into a soft cry, then stopped, picked up the person in his arms, and walked towards the snow-capped mountains step by step, pious and stubborn...