That year, peach blossoms were flying, that year it was raining in the south of the Yangtze River, that year it was raining apricot flowers, I met someone by chance, and my love has been deep since then, and the red thread leads to marriage. Unfortunately, you are the right person, but not the right identity.
I am the god of war in the divine world, but under the deliberate design of someone, I have taken on a job that is even more unpleasant than the god of war - breaking up lovers.
A series of cross-border love, between gods and demons, between humans and ghosts, between demons and humans...
Always in the ups and downs, I occasionally hear singing from afar, who is singing about the return of my son, and who is thinking about growing old together with my son.
The dream of the mortal world causes chaos, and the dream of the mortal world causes sorrow.