Old hatreds at the end of the world, lonely and desolate, no one cares. The violinist Mo Huaigui entered the palace with the desolation and vicissitudes of living in the world. Under his appearance of being aloof from the world, he hid his obsession with revenge. However, when everything finally settled, the persistence and infatuation in my heart had turned into an indiscernible lingering with the passage of time.
At that time, Mo Huaigui suddenly understood the divination words of the past: Hold on to the image and ask for it, and you will be a thousand miles away.