"Young Master, you gave me too much money, so I have to pay you something. How about this? How about I follow you?" "You can take it as you like and treat it as a betrothal gift? Or do you want me to make you ten miles of red makeup and load it with peach blossoms?" The black and white factions of Yuyi Pavilion set off a bloody storm. Chu Bianyan and Yu Shutian were still around each other, but they didn't know that the grudges from a few years ago were reappearing here. The legend of the founding general "Guo Fuzi" merged with the twelve death row prisoners, and the world was once again in chaos.
Intention: The world kisses me with pain, and I will sing in return. If you do something wrong, you have to find a way to remedy it. You don't have to wait until you are too late to realize that you are not the only one in the world.