Kunlun in the far west is covered with snow all year round, covering up the young man's memory and covering up the bloody past.
He could give up everything for her, but he didn't know that she had already given up on herself
After eight years of traveling to the Central Plains, he was in the center of the whirlpool. The layers of fog gradually dissipated. He saw people coming and going, but he was unable to save the situation.
In this game that shocked the past and the present, who is whose chess piece? Who is the chess piece?
When this person passed away, he sat alone in an empty pavilion, looking at the shadow of the clouds alone. His heart was silent after the vicissitudes of life.
Who controls destiny, the sky, or yourself?
After half a lifetime of entanglement, who decisively cut off the fetters of fate?