Messy fragments always appear in Jing Xixi's dreams. The young general from two thousand years ago was charged with the mission of protecting the people, but what he wanted to protect most in his heart was just her. The tricks of fate, the oppression of the royal power, and the kindness of the previous generation. Gratitudes and grudges, and the instigation of dissension by smooth-talking people, I finally realized that she had misunderstood him, but she was already a remnant soul, frozen for two thousand years. When the red moon rises again, the memory of that life comes like a morning, and I will always love you.