In the world of rivers and lakes, there are grievances and hatreds, who is right and who is wrong, and who can tell the truth?
He was bohemian, laughing among the flowers, but stopped under her red dress
He, the ghost of the earth, killed people like hemp, and handed her the hilt of his knife stained red with blood.
He is gentle and approachable, but he is willing to kneel down for a woman.
He was as cold as ice, hated vulgarity, and opened his smile for her that she hadn't seen in a thousand years.
He was laughing and joking, ignoring the world. Who could know the troubles in his heart?
She has heavy responsibilities, avenges her mother, collects debts for her father, and travels the world in red.
She is ignorant of the world, as pure as snow, but she can destroy her eyes for the one she loves.
She has seen everything in the world and calculated all the hexagrams in the world, but in the end she can't do anything against heaven.
She, living and dead, flesh and bones, watched the one she loved leave.
She once vowed to be heartless and cold-faced, but her heart skipped a beat in his arms.
Who is at fault in the arena? Who is not at fault?