"I wish you a warm winter and a warm spring." Jimo Shuchen gently stroked the man's sleeping eyes. The man's face was peaceful and quiet, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if there was a smile. "May everyone be well and forget each other." Jimo Shuchen turned and left. His heart was aching, but his face was calm and calm. Baili Lingji, the person he once regarded as higher than life, was abandoned by him, and when he left, although he was nostalgic, he was determined; with tears in his eyes and firm steps. Baili Lingji seemed to have had a long dream. In the dream, he and his junior brother Jimo Shuchen met, got to know each other, knew each other, and fell in love. They form a heroic couple, fight with swords, and live their lives as they please. However, one day, Jimo Shuchen betrayed the righteousness of the martial arts world and confronted him with swords, breaking all ties. The old oaths and past events were like clouds and smoke, drifting away in the wind... Ling Ji frowned deeply in his sleep, eager to get rid of the nightmare, but struggled to no avail. If I am no longer the same person, will our love still remain the same? If I am the enemy of the whole world, but I always treat you as before, will you stay by my side? If my hands are stained with blood and my heart is cold because of hatred, but I always remember our oath, will you forgive me for having to do it out of necessity? What if………it's a pity, there is no if. Everything is reduced to the past and can only be recalled but cannot be retrieved...