In this war-torn world, where smoke spreads over the grass and dark clouds dominate the city, what qualifications do you have to say love?
"Have you ever loved me? Even a little bit?"
"No. Never. Never."
"What do you want?"
"What I want is the entire Liujiang City."
Gu Qingcheng just said that, taking off his hand that was holding her shoulders, and looking coldly at him out the window. There was no expression on his face. He was as calm as ever, as if he just said the most ordinary words.
Intent: In that war-torn and turbulent era, it was difficult to end love and hate. You couldn't love, but you couldn't hate.