Suzaku thought that in the ten years since Yuncheng, all she had left for Bai Muyun, apart from the hundreds of thousands of dead bones on the Hongjin battlefield, was her undying love. Unfortunately, she was not qualified to be a general, nor was she qualified to be a leader, so she had to be a crazy fool, regardless of everything. She was obsessed with everything, hoping that he would look back, but when he finally looked back, his eyes were cold and cold, filled with disgust and determination, as well as overwhelming hatred. The sword he swung at her broke not only the city and the country, but also her heart.
A few years later, when she was dressed in red, carrying three thousand iron armor, and eagerly set foot in Yuncheng, what awaited her was not only the bone-chilling cold, but also the sound of the piano deep in the cloud platform, just like countless peaceful yesterdays, but it was a pity that that... The person was long gone. The wind rolled up the curtains, black hair, and white snow, hiding in an unknown place. Only the vague warmth in the palm of her hand never abandoned her, guiding her step by step towards the unknown distance.