"Why are lovers separated and innocent people dying in vain?"
The young Zhao Yunsui held the body of his biological mother, and it was ten years before he had the opportunity to ask the chief of crime.
But there are only two words: the way of heaven.
What do people do? Where is your heart? How to find the way of heaven?
Zhao Yunsui stopped asking.
Just do it.
She is a sword that pierces the imperial capital, and a flying kite that occasionally lives in the capital.
If you have hatred in your heart, you will make a desperate move and move forward without hesitation.
After doing too much, seeing too much... She couldn't help but think about it.
In the snowstorm of the thirteenth year of Taiping, her mother was not the only body beside her.
You want me to feel pain, and you get what you want;
I want you to die, please don't refuse.
Intention: Why should the kite fly in the sky, why should it be the envy of the fish in the pond?