The actor is ruthless, he just sees through the desolation of the joys and sorrows of this world.
The actor has feelings, but he just wants to retain his original sincerity in the face of the uncertainty of the world.
Life is like a play and a dream. Inside and outside the play, all the prosperity has come to nothing.
Zong Shengyan never thought that in this old dream between him and Gu Qinghuan,
The fiery red maple leaves fell, staining the ground with frost.
The cold name engraved on the tombstone and the pot of warm wine in front of the tomb condensed the memories of that time, never to be seen again...