In this parallel world, there is no autumn rain and thirty-six thousand dollars, but I hope you will bring tissues and do not click on them before going to bed. The living celebrate more than one year, and the dead share the same fate. The rest will suffer for the rest of their lives. Everyone here has regrets. There are the regrets of the monarch and his ministers about destroying the country, the regrets of not being able to protect their sweethearts, and the regrets of not seeing each other for the last time. Lord, Lord, minister, father, son. It is love that Emperor Qing faces the Procuratorate when he commits suicide, that his shadow body is like a thousand horses and he does not regret it until he dies, that is love, that Fan Xian chases the stars and the moon day and night, it is love, that Father Fan cherishes his family and wisely protects himself, that is love, that an ordinary woman who loses her son and runs into a wall and dies is love. It is love for Pingping to die with the country, and it is also love to die in Xizhitang. There is no big or small love, no distinction between good and evil, all I want is a clear conscience. There are actually only three people left to guard the large capital city. In fact, isn't this their obsession with guarding? Chen Pingping and Emperor Qing are obsessed with the country, while Shadow is obsessed with Chen Pingping. Emperor Qing's three warnings were his royal appearance, Chen Pingping's fear of getting dirty was his pride, and Shadow's protection to the death was his promise. Fan Xian's long journey back to Beijing was due to his love for Chen Pingping. Those who stay behind bear the wishes and regrets of their predecessors, as well as their own reluctance, and run around in confusion. The living celebrate more than one year, and the dead share the same fate. The rest will experience pain for the rest of their lives.
Intention: Lord, minister, father, son.