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I struggled to wake up from the dream, the corners of my eyes were taut with tears. My father was buried in a deserted open space in the back mountain. No one knew who slaughtered the more than a hundred people in the general's mansion. The truth was always confusing. Now I am the adopted son of King Chaole. When I think of my father, he was such a heroic man, but he fell to the ground silently like an autumn leaf. But when I pointed the sword at the enemy who killed my father, I couldn't make a move. Meeting Qingcheng, it was a feeling of déjà vu. There was a beautiful person, just like the clear air, a surprise that eclipsed the whole world. But she is a ghost, a ghost in the southern barbarian land, like two sad black birds, each looking at the hilltop opposite, but not knowing how to move forward. In this world, there are countless misses and mistakes, forgetting each other, and being so close to each other.