On the city wall, she entered the world dressed in white, with three thousand hairs flying in the wind, like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world. Under the city wall, he was trapped in the midst of thousands of troops, wearing green clothes and paying blood, with a calm expression, looking at the beacon fire in the sky, proudly in front of Mount Tai. He and her looked at each other, with affection flowing, smiling with understanding. She nodded gently, took the arrow, raised it, and drew the bow. The skirts of his skirt were fluttering, and a ray of setting sun on the horizon seemed to have stained everything and the earth with blood. The bloody arrow rushed straight to his heart... Zhang Liang is to Wei Ming, just like the eyelids are to the eyes.