By the Sansheng Stone, on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, he had been waiting several times, just for her, looking back with a smile and his face still full of joy. In the middle of the market, among the clutter, he stretched out his hands. From then on, his foolish and infatuated love paid off in vain. The white snow covered the alley door of the mansion, and his gaze was fixed. He showed his past and present country, and he truly failed the country and did not let you down. Turning on the lamp in the middle of the night, the fragrance in the temple made him feel as if he was frightened by a dragon. Even though he hadn't seen it, he was thinking about it like crazy. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. She returned as Shura and set foot on the country. With a pair of slender hands, she gently raised her hand. In the four kingdoms, turmoil gradually emerged. The so-called remnants of the previous dynasty and the love in troubled times, is she the way to return to love? Or will it turn into bones?