A pair of "brothers and sisters" who were childhood sweethearts, two incredible mysteries of life experience, a love that spans life and death...
When you enter the ancient temple and find a bamboo chair to sit down on, the worldly scholar will brew you a pot of Biluochun and listen to me telling a story. The fragrance of the tea is faint. When the light fragrance of the tea dissipates with the wind, my story continues...
Maybe it's only when a sword pierces my heart that I suddenly understand
Maybe only between life and death, the pain is excruciating
Maybe I feel discouraged only when facing her cold face
Maybe he can do it...