I have lived in darkness since I was a child, just because of my father's "carelessness"
I learned to fight each other since I was a child, just because of my mother's "crazy"
The mother who died for her father is so pitiful, and the self who was born for her mother is so pitiful
Finally one day, when I arrived in the Qing Dynasty and just wanted to start a career, I returned to the Tang Dynasty.
After going through a lot of things, I don't have much hope for life. I just hope that the world will pass like this.
God did not follow her wishes, and she once again arrived at a strange place. Where on earth does it belong to me?