Cracked Beam

The sunshine in this world always smells like rust. Xiao Che's iron ruler retrieved corpses in Zeguo, measured cloth in the ghost market, and pried frozen fingers in the snow. Every mark on it contained a story, and in the end, "chivalry" and "history" exchanged faces in a pool of blood. Just like those people who seem to be opposites, there is compassion hidden in the light of the sword, and weapons hidden under the smile. No one can tell whether they are good people or bad people. They only know that on this cracked earth, life itself is a fight with oneself.