On the day of the fall of the country, Jiahua of the Chiluo tribe became a prisoner, but was brought back to the mansion by the enemy general Mochi. He never regarded her as a prisoner. He kept the stove warm on cold nights and the food taboos, everything was in order.
But the bloodstains on the armor always reflected the wailing of the clansmen, and the hatred of destroying the country was like gangrene in the bones, and his gentleness day after day caused undue ripples in the lake of his heart. Love and hate tore in her chest day and night, and her fingertips trembled - to avenge her family and country, or to indulge in this fatal tenderness?
This love-hate entanglement, entangled with the hatred of the country and the family, will eventually reveal the answer to fate in a more tragic way.
Purpose: Hatred of country and family