After the war subsided.
Daoxiang Village.
With a touch of the setting sun, the sky was as red as blood.
A red figure, alone among the green mountains and green waters.
She has high black hair and long hair like ink. The originally shiny armor on her chest is now blurred with dark red blood, covering it layer by layer.
She stood in front of the tomb, silent for a long time. The right hand is holding a spear, and the left hand is pressing the knife wound on the waist.
"I always thought that the time with you was the most beautiful youthful years of my life. You were on the battlefield for the country, and I was at home caring for my husband and raising my children.
It was only when I looked back that I realized that it was either prosperous or turbulent. The beacon fire has passed, the leaves have fallen, the autumn sun has fallen, the forest is deserted, your spear is still there, but there is no trace of me in the country.
This is how you lose your youth. "