The Clouds Are Deep and the Smoke Is Silent

Li Yunfeng, a swordsman from Yanmen Pass, went south to Pingjiang Mansion to avoid disputes. On a rainy day in late spring, he first met Liu Ruyan, a girl from Buzhuang. One is the calm tempered by the wind and frost in the north, and the other is the gentleness moistened by the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The water on the bluestone road reflects the surprise of the two of them when they first met, and the copper bell on the eaves records the first silence. However, fate is always surrounded by thorns. The old debts of the Liu family have led to grievances in the world, and Li Yunfeng's past has hidden murderous intentions. Misunderstandings are like fine rain, weaving into a fog that isolates each other. He fought against the storm to protect her, but his trust was broken by a wrong word; she waited for him alone in the empty alley, but was pushed away by the world. The ties between relatives and friends, the coercion of good and evil, and the estrangement between the north and the south have repeatedly pulled two close hearts. Love and injury have been repeatedly ground over the years, becoming indelible marks in the palm lines. From the rainy alley where they first met to the pavilion of farewell, from the warm spring side by side to the cold winter drinking alone, they loved, suffered, and missed, but in the end they could not escape the heavy hammer of fate. When the turmoil in the world has settled, and the grudges in the mortal world have been resolved, only two adjacent solitary graves remain, in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, listening to the wind of the years - that is the unspoken concern, the silence of finally going together. This is a story about missed destiny, a departure song stained with blood and tears, which describes the humility and determination of extreme love in troubled times.