Chu Ji picked her up in the wind at the border.
He was a sword tempered by Machiavellianism, but it turned into spring water in her blood.
Once she forgets, he peels off a layer of armor.
It was her brother's clothes that wrapped around her tremors in the cold night,
It's the frost on her temples when the prodigal son folds the plum hairpin,
It is the husband's palm that holds the candle of new life…
Until the lie came out, she touched the scar on his heart:
"It turns out that you and I are each other's most painful medicine."
Mission: Even in difficult situations, remain sharp and vigilant