The more you wander, the deeper you fall.
The emotions in this life are empty and sad, and the destiny will not be renewed in the next life.
The horse's hooves trample the clear autumn night, and the sword reflects the cold light.
The scenery along the way has become a passing cloud in her eyes.
It is fate to meet them.
Little did they know, she was originally the one who tied and untied the bell.
Turning over and over is like a palm, life and death is like a wheel.
Is it just the sorrow of Jianghu, or is it the grudges that have entangled her for thousands of years?