The season of war.
In the chaotic world where destinies are intertwined, who is whose treasure? Whose bargaining chip?
The beauty holding the sword and dancing quietly turned around under the wall.
In dressage, whose waist is soft and moving, whose golden bells on the ankles are ringing sadly?
Dance, dance...
For whom is the red medicine withered, for whom is it opened, and for whom is it fragrant?