The fog cleared, I woke up from my dream, and finally saw reality clearly. Is that the silence after thousands of sails have passed, or the astonishment of the iron horse glacier? Carrying too much, being helpless and reluctant to let go, in the end, I can't escape the trick of fate. That year Qiongwei was blooming, and the setting sun, stained red by blood, put hatred deep into my heart... In this life, after all, my deep love was unbearable, overturning the world, and defeating him...