Life is a cruel display of fireworks, many people say.
From that day on, Yuan Qing'er ceased to exist, and the crimson madness everywhere in the iris swept the future, and the Setting Sun Festival began.
Sometimes fate is an impermanent joke. The story that unfolds because of a hatred seems too cliché, but it is a clichéd beginning, with an involuntary fate.
Kite Red Villa and Red Kite Sword, these names that once shone brightly in the world, only accompanied the last lonely woman to sit in the overwhelming iris field and settle her lifelong hatred.
Who after thousands of years will remember a lonely woman named Jiang Canyang.
(Don't mislead people. There are no red iris flowers in the world. If the plot requires it, a certain Luo used his imagination~~)