He is the youngest general in Tianjing City. His eyes are colder than ice when his armor is stained with blood, but he is always stroking half of his blue hairband late at night. No one knows that the hairband is not only the past of childhood, but also the family secrets that were burned in the fire - the name that was changed in infancy, Qinghe's disguise, all just to wait for the dawn of revenge.
She is a medical girl from the south of the Yangtze River, and her medicine box contains good remedies for saving lives. Hidden in the tinkling sound of the silver-step shake was her life experience that had been tampered with, her family relationships that had been exploited, and the remaining warmth of the steamed buns that the boy baked for her on that snowy night ten years ago.
In the light of the sword's reunion in Fenglin, they recognized the scars under each other's eyes. One wants to avenge his family's grievances, and the other wants to break free from the cobwebs of fate, but they don't know that from the moment they meet, they have already entered a bigger chess game.
And the maple stained red on the river bank has never been a scenery, but countless unspoken sobs.
When the bronze tiger talisman was put together completely, and when the rose embroidery needle revealed the truth, they understood: the so-called eternal hegemony is just an ink mark in the history books; the so-called broad life and death contract is the belief engraved in the bones and blood.
When the red maple falls, some people will remember that there were two souls who fought for their own world on the blade of the troubled times.
