The jade tent stands empty, the camps divided; the golden horns have fallen silent. Looking back, the east wind has swept everything away. Amid desert smoke and sword rain south of the Yangtze, all she wishes is to become the one flower by his side that understands his heart, guarding the man who seems like an immortal exiled from heaven. When the splendor fades, she is the oil-paper umbrella shielding him from the snow. Amid the clash of arms and warhorses, she is the three-foot sword in his hand. When he shoulders the bloody storms of the whole realm with his crippled body, she remains behind his nanmu wheelchair, never leaving his side. When his horse rides upon the Heavenly Gate, he finally offers her his shoulder and promises they will stay together until their hair turns white. But the seas have long since become fields of mulberry trees, and the world is forever changing. Can they still reclaim that moving glimmer from the moment they first met?
