When you think of Qianshan, what comes to your mind?
It is the loneliness of "Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared."
Or the tenderness of "Thousands of mountains are covered with dusk snow, to whom does the shadow go?"
Where did that bird that flew over thousands of mountains go in the end?
How difficult was it for a woman to survive in ancient times? If she unfortunately became a female assassin, how could she save herself?
Li Changwei × Li Youwei, sisters who are 12 years apart, create a symphony of destiny.
Two flowers bloom, one on each side. Destruction or rebirth is the script of each destiny, and it is also the struggle of those who climb the hill.
Just like love and hate at two ends of the scale, one waxes and the other waxes and wanes.
There is no sea on the other side of the mountain, but there are still mountains on the other side of the mountain. There may be people walking with you, or you may be alone on the road. Don't forget to cherish every short-term fate.
Intention: Although love, hate, anger and ignorance are obsessions, they are also powerful vitality.