The world is united for a long time, then divided. Once divided, it suffers through years of upheaval,
And in times of upheaval... so do people's hearts.
Like snow reflecting years of abundant harvests,
A young bud clinging to a cliff will one day turn toward the sun and reveal its fragrance,
Countless withered graves will build a land whose rivers and mountains stand forever,
The ancient, boundless sky, wrapped in countless silver stars, gazes down upon the Nine Provinces,
So dazzling, so brilliant,
Feelings born in troubled times drift amid the ashes and ruins, lingering and hesitating in the narrow space between dawn and dusk,
Yet they are the brightest, clearest stars in a sliver of daylight.
So dazzling, so brilliant.
Qiu Mingui: "Forget whether every man is responsible for the fate of his country. With famine everywhere and the people suffering, how could we stand idly by? Men like us must save our country from ruin and defend our borders... Ahem, after defending them, I'll sink into a life of tender bliss."
Ke Ji: "The first time I looked at you, my heart had already chosen you, you soldierly rogue. That's fine by me. Without heart, without passion, without wants or desires, I'll spend my life with these opera scripts... and with you."
A vast, chaotic world. The rise and fall of a nation.
Amid the shifting fortunes of the world, the distance between seeing you and letting you into my heart may be no more than a hurried lifetime.
And that lifetime is perhaps the most extravagant hope the world can offer.
A prickly soldierly rogue x a prickly opera performer, a prickly love story full of pain and joy, told like an everyday chronicle.
In the midst of war, nothing is happier than seeing you look back each time,
And being able to pull you into my arms.
