The sadness of the flowers is the helplessness when the flowers fall. Her sadness is the fragility of life, the loneliness of a drop in the ocean, or the struggle in the wind and rain? Was it her luck or misfortune to meet them? She was as cold as him, as bright and shining as the autumn moon. However, it is so deserted that it makes people tremble, and it is arrogant and ruthless. , As cold, charming and cruel as he is, as domineering and wise as him, how can he fall into the world of mortals and be unable to escape? . The turbulent rivers and lakes, the temples with complicated disputes. There are many things that have changed their original appearance after the baptism of time. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, galloping on the battlefield, ebb and flow. Who fulfilled whom, and failed whom. Once the flowers fall and their beauty is gone, the bloody words turn into ashes and the mortal world is crazy.