Maybe this is just a movie about the past, about growing up, about those rash vows and the sadness of love, and even the bits and pieces sprinkled in my heart by those rich and colorful colors, all of them show a graceful demeanor in the irreversible youth. The picture of Zhanyan's chuckle and the moment when the heart is rolling, until the last tangle into a blood scab, in the moment of infinite and vast memories, the heart is torn apart by bursts of pain. And in there, how many too beautiful and too tempting Mengying fleeting years should be hidden? Including the sorrows of the beautiful women, the regrets of the emperors, and those who run in pieces and exhausted like a proud father?
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