The city in the peaceful and prosperous era seemed to be prosperous and peaceful.
Under this surface, there is an undercurrent surging, coming from a heart that is ready to move.
Old resentments and new loves coexist, and hidden pain and love overlap and grow. When love and hate accumulate to the point of hysteria, when the true heart no longer bows to material desires, when true love and the world confront each other, how should the people in the cage fight against fate?
They are interlocking with each other, pressing forward step by step, with open guns and hidden arrows, swords and blood shadows. With the help of the mastermind behind the scenes, love and hate will one day escape from the cage of stereotypes and explode, breaking the hypocritical tranquility.
It's cold in the city in August, with falling snow and pear blossoms.
Obsession is torn into pieces and flies away, youthful frivolity melts away like snow, and the east wind brings the news of someone's death. All the struggle is meaningless without him.
The city remains the same, but the people are not the same.
At the end of the farce, who doesn't want to leave here.
Is the city born because it imprisons people, or is it the people who die because they leave the city?