When fighting broke out at Zhongdu Bridge, one man ran through the smoke of war for days, guiding countless re…
When fighting broke out at Zhongdu Bridge, one man ran through the smoke of war for days, guiding countless refugees to safety. After the battle ebbed, storm clouds gathered over Moonlit Knoll, where a white-haired youth remained behind alone. The wind howled around him, but it could not drown out the turmoil in his heart. That bright, easy "Farewell" had once marked the beginning of his journey into the wider world. Now, it was the thing he regretted most. He had once measured the world by roads and distance. Now, with the one he longed for already beyond reach, none of it meant anything.