Laugh at the World of Mortals

Seeking medicine for his mother, the woman is involved in right and wrong. Can his companionship and protection last to the end? And can it open the door to a woman's slow heart? Can descendants of two major families, as charming as her, be able to completely control a frivolous and unruly man? Legend has it that women are made of water. I wonder if this abyss can merge with that puddle? The world is stained with blood, just so that person can open her eyes again; exhausted, I just want to hold her in my arms again. A brutal murder occurred twenty years ago, and the grievances and hatreds of two generations revolved around the sacred object Blood Exquisite. If this is the case in the world of mortals, how should I smile?