The Setting Sun Illuminates the Snow in the Sunset Album

In the last years of the Dayin Dynasty, the war in the north of Saibei broke through the wealthy family. The once-glorious Princess Wan Xiyan of Yongning knelt on the scorched earth on the day the country was overthrown. She witnessed the tragic death of her father, the queen, and her mother, and the emperor's brother breathed his last to protect her. She thought she would die under the sword of chaos, but she was intercepted by a man riding a dark fox fur - Gongsun Sheng, the prince of Beidi, who took her back to the Mobei royal court in the name of "caretaker". He was an invader with a heavy army, and she was a prisoner of the remnants of a subjugated country; he raised her in a cage of gold and jade, and she rejected him thousands of miles away with a silence tempered by cold eyes. But when she encountered the words "Orphan of Dayin" in the secret report in his tent, when he blocked the assassin's blade for her, his blood-stained side face, when he warmed her hands on the snowy night, the complex emotions surging in his eyes - hatred and wavering, in the years when the setting sun and ice and snow intertwined, the buds of taboo quietly grew. He taught her how to ride and shoot, and gave her a fox fur, but when she asked "Why did you keep me?" He sneered: "Of course it was to contain the rest of Dayin's party." She hid the secret letter of restoration, suppressed the sharpness in her eyes, but lowered her eyes when he said, "You should hate me": "Hate is too tiring, it is better to... Hate yourself." The wind in Mobei carries the howling of wolves, and the moon in Wangting shines on the lonely shadow. When Dayin's old tribe came to find him, and when the conflict between the two countries resumed, she clutched the blood-stained jade hairpin in her sleeve (which was the last thing given to her by the emperor's brother), and he clutched the scimitar with the word "victory" engraved on his waist (that was the glory of conquest given to him by his father Khan). Is the flame of revenge burning out the last trace of warmth, or is the greed of love crushing all positions? The setting sun will eventually fall, but the light that falls on the snow will eventually shine on the frozen soil