"Legend has it that there is a bird called Chizuru. It spends its whole life looking for its destination, in a hurry. Finally, it is tired and can no longer fly, so it stops on an unknown tree. When it closes its eyes, it takes one last look at the scenery of the world. It looked into the distance, and was surprised to find that the green mountains, green waters, and white mist among the trees seemed familiar. After going around for a lifetime, it finally returned to the starting point. The most interesting thing is that although each thousand cranes know their own destiny, they still persist in pursuing those flowers and moons in the mist. "
Really stubborn.
Then again, people are rushing through this bustling and chaotic world, how many of them can see their true intentions clearly?
There is chaos in all directions, heroes are vying for the throne, many people are involved, and there are too many last resorts. The smoke has passed, and what remains in history is just a few cold words. How many people can understand the struggle, resentment, and tragedy involved?