The city in a peaceful, prosperous age seems to flourish, tranquil and calm.
Beneath this facade, undercurrents surge, stirred by restless hearts.
Old grievances and new loves intertwine, while hidden pain and longing grow together. When love and hate build to hysteria, when the heart no longer bows to material desire, when true feelings meet the sharp edge of convention, how can those trapped in a cage struggle against fate?
One link leads to another, closing in step by step. Open confrontation and hidden attacks, blades flashing and blood flying. With the hidden hand behind the scenes fanning the flames, love and hatred will one day break free from the shackles of old conventions, erupting with a crash and shattering the false peace.
In the eighth month, a cold city, snow falling on pear blossoms.
Obsession is torn into flecks of white. The recklessness of youth melts away like snow, and the east wind brings news of whose death? Without him, all their struggles are pointless.
The city remains, but the people have changed.
At the end of this farce, who wouldn't want to leave this place?
Was the city made to imprison its people, or do people die when they leave the city?
Come on(???_??)?