The assassination of the emperor changed the situation, and the prince killed his family and his young daughter was stolen. Under the sycamore tree, fallen leaves were falling, a white-clothed immortal, a lost child, their fate was determined, he slowly extended his only warm hand to her in this cold late autumn.
"Come with me"
From then on, three meals, four seasons, two people; warming books, cooking tea, and dancing swords. These short twelve years were the happiest years of Xiao Wutong's life.
When an assassin usurps the throne, the people are in dire straits. I leave the Wutong tree and say goodbye under the tree. I serve the court and are strangers to each other.
They all still love each other deeply, and they are tit-for-tat, and they are always in love with each other.
"Shen Guannan, if we meet next time, I will kill you..."
Intention: A pair of lovers who are on opposite sides of worldly world, identity, and affiliation, entangled in love and hate and inextricably linked.
