So many beauties are haggard, so many lovesicknesses are broken, leaving only blood stained with the fragrance of ink and weeping in the graves. Many past events are buried in the long river of time, and grudges and hatreds flow through the fingertips. Buddha said: Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand after a hundred years. And what kind of stories are hidden in Jinling City where many people from all walks of life gather? What kind of turmoil will the dusty memories be awakened? What kind of dispute will there be between the big thief and the young minister of Dali Temple? (Note: Multiple sexual orientations, please proceed with caution)
Purpose: Sincere emotions must be firmly grasped