The yellow sand of the desert, the solitary smoke and the setting sun.
In the dangerous place of Pingsha Valley, a border fortress, Chu Liu opened a tavern for merchants and horse teams to take a rest.
One day, a carriage came from the capital, and a nobleman got out of the carriage.
Swinging the folding fan, his smoke-like eyes smiled brightly at her.
"Dare I ask, girl, is this the Pingsha Valley, which has the reputation of being a desert full of tears?"