Synopsis:

Luo Jinhuang’s nature is cold, and the sky will fall to know the world’s suffering; Gu Tingzhao’s unruly temperament, and the red and dust will always know the same. She loathed his unbearable rudeness, feared his vicious temper, and avoided his wolf-like eyes…Until he stepped on his bones and rode a war horse, Jian Yuqi still whispered: “Feast, Let’s go home.” She cried, sorely.