He shed every last drop of blood in his body for her, for their undying love. She had been depressed, haggard, and even committed suicide for him. In the end, she entered another relationship, entered the palace of marriage, and gradually grew old. The story should have ended ambiguously like this, but on a desolate hillside, a man and a woman would stand at a grave mound for a long time every year during the Qingming Festival. As the man aged, his originally straight figure gradually became crooked, but the only thing that remained unchanged was his roar with all his anger, and the woman who had been standing quietly beside him, watching him. His name is Wu Yu, a successful person with a successful career and a prosperous life. She is Shui Zhiqing, one of the few talented women in the entire literary world. Buried under the grave on that hillside was Wu Yu who was in his prime, and it was his younger brother who came and roared at him in his sleep every year, and of course, his younger siblings standing aside. What was originally an anger without revenge was broken by one person's curiosity, and it turned into a love story that was about to be wiped out by time and unknown to anyone.••••••