That day, heavy snow covered the sky, the night was like ink, and the yellow sand all over the ground mixed with the cold drizzle swept over the dry city. She was dressed in red gauze and neon clothes, with tears in her eyes, and her gold hairpin glinted in the blood of the sword outside the door. At this time, all the past events and dreams had nothing to do with Fengyue. She waited for the official in white to open the door, and waited for him to say "Wait a minute..."
Concept: A two-way secret love between the authorities and the spectators.