A calamity is doomed to entanglement in this life. This life is a calamity, this life is a thought, this calamity is a sin, should we know each other, should we fall into this world of mortals...
Three thousand years have passed, and we are strangers again. He has been looking for his Shangmo, but his Shangmo has forgotten him and everything. The sword that penetrated his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe. What is gratifying is that she can still cry for him again...