She was once a lively and mischievous daughter of a wealthy family. After the war, time passed by and she was miserable every step of the way.
He was once the innocent and generous son of a heroic hero. He fell into the enemy's army and wanted to serve his country, but he had many misunderstandings and refused to return.
He was once a passionate and kind-hearted young master of a country, but old hatred and new hatred finally made him loveless, arbitrary and cold all his life.
No one is innocent, this hatred and this war are inexplicable. But who can hide?
Then we can only fight each other, no matter what the situation is, no matter what kind of love. Even if Liancheng was secretly injured.
Crossing the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids - how can you ask the young at the end of the world?
Who do you want to leave behind? Your thoughts are far away - love and thoughts are hard to stop and worry is born early.
I still look back at my old hometown, the road is long and vast - don't tell me the dangers of the journey, don't laugh.
We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow. Who can see the blood-stained Changchuan?
Even if I say a thousand words, these... Things are impossible to do.
(A long-winded sentence, this is more difficult to classify. I haven't figured out where to change the score after a long time... It's between martial arts and romance...)