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Taisho era setting Involving China, Japan and South Korea Bloody plot warning Everyone is good and evil Three views of broken peace The timeline is a bit messy The first five chapters are foreshadowing. Chapter 5 begins with a flashback. The protagonist appears first but the story of the supporting characters is written first. －－－－－－－－－－－ Fujiwara Chima asked the fortune teller with a smile: "Then I am the image of the rising sun and will dominate the world in the future?" The fortune teller carefully studied the beautiful woman in front of him: "Miss, you must be careful that your wisdom will be damaged in the future." Then the sharp smile on Fujiwara Chima's face grew stronger. －－－－－－－－－－－ Tojo Nishinari lowered his eyes, with indescribable emotions hidden in his eyes, swallowed up by the white snow in the silent night. "It's getting late, go home quickly." His voice was as cold as today's temperature, and the white breath he exhaled when he spoke blinded his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. "Yeah. Good night." Fujiwara Chima stared at him intently and walked backwards. The other party's long and thick eyelashes fluttered up and down quickly, like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings, and the bright red lips opened and closed. Finally, he raised his eyes to look at her and said, "Good night." Fujiwara Chima paused and looked deeply into his star-like eyes. Maybe it was because the weather was too cold, so his words were trembling: "Kyoto has really gotten colder and colder recently." Tojo Nishinari didn't seem to expect that another topic would suddenly come up. He just clenched the tachi in his hand and stamped it on the ground like a pole, giving symbolic comfort: "Remember to wear more clothes." He forgot. If you have a quarrel and want to make up, just say it's cold, and forget about it after a hug. At this moment, the agreement is damn invalid. Wandering in the same place, yet feeling so unfamiliar. Why are you crying? The traces of thawing cold air on your cheeks are twisting and turning. Standing at an empty intersection at this moment, a sharp and sensitive atmosphere filled the air. What should I ask in a daze? Not sure. Chima Fujiwara doesn't know either. Some cold fingertips wiped the corners of her eyes to wipe away the tears. Tojo Nishinari took off the white scarf around his neck and wrapped it around her. It seemed like a deliberate slow motion, slowly affecting the fluctuating emotions of the person in front of him. The tip of his nose was lingering with her special fragrance lingering on him. Then, Tojo Nishinari gently hugged the person into his arms, patted the back of Fujiwara Chima's head with his broad palm, and let out a sigh in his ears. －－－－－－－－－－－ The words touched the emotional point, Tojo Nishinari tilted his head, and the other party's eyes were dim, containing countless thoughts. He leaned forward and handed over the tea cup, indicating to clink glasses, but he raised his eyebrows and said tenderly: "Thank you for today." Fujiwara Chima calmly turned his body in the opposite direction and did not comply with his actions: "I still say the same thing, Mr. Tojo, please don't turn a deaf ear, 'Don't be tempted to give yourself to someone just because they are kind to you.'" Tojo Nishinari didn't answer directly, he just leaned over and held the tea cup in her hand, dazed by the steam, and smelled the fragrance of the tea. The next second, the scalding tea made him cry out in pain. －－－－－－－－－－－－－ The sky was covered with a layer of hazy gray, the wind blew the corners of my clothes, and the autumn rain that hit my face felt like it was worse than the cold. Tojo Nishinari stepped one foot deeper and the other deeper on the mountain road. Fujiwara Chima on his back held an umbrella that could barely cover the two of them. "It's strange, the sky is still clear when I go out in the morning." She murmured, "If the sky is affectionate..." "The sky is old." Tojo Nishinari said, arriving at the destination, two graves of old friends appeared in front of his eyes. "It's also ruthless." Fujiwara Chizhen got off his back, only one foot. The embroidered shoes Pu Nanying specially made for her from China were already covered with mud. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Take a good rest when you have time. Introduction... Intention: If I could do it all over again, I would rewrite the beginning of the story.