She, dressed in white and holding a sword, pierced the sky in all directions with a faint smile; he, wearing a black robe and a crown, guarded the world with coldness and coldness. "We are black and white, so strange..." She smiled and said nothing. Wasn't she just here to ask for her life? ! When the bloody storm of ten years ago is once again pushed aside, the pear blossoms are dyed rouge, the sky is filled with red light, and the black shadows are swaying. Can she embrace her glory in the eternal life?