The stern fire, the young man standing with the sword, the heavy night instantly stirred up the stormy waves, who is planning to use all the tricks, and who is fighting every step of the way, who will never leave, and will follow him to the death. Whose love and hate are trapped in this palace, and whose compulsion is hidden under this identity?
When the coat of truth is peeled off layer by layer, where should they go?
Looking at the sparse shadows under the lamp, admiring the mountains and rivers, the dust of the broken world.
This scene was played so hastily that there was no time for it to end.