The ninth day of September was not very peaceful.
Lost cousin. A family that was wiped out overnight. How can one choose right or wrong when faced with desperation? It seems like a safe reliance, but who can see clearly the evil intentions hidden behind it?
On the first day of the first lunar month, the temple gate is flooded.
The red color is not the palace lantern held in the hand, but the rusty mist. Jealousy and anger collide, love and hate entangle, and finally calm down...