Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other;
How long can the bright and fresh beauty last? It is hard to find it once it is wandering.
The story of flowers blooming and falling, the fight in the modern reinforced concrete forest, the story of a stupid woman growing up into a scheming woman.
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them? The reality is so cruel, no one will pity them, there is only one way - to break through