On the cliff with thousands of holes at the seaside of Yamen, she stands in black blood in a white robe, holding a curly blade in the hunting sea breeze, holding a young child in her arms, behind her is the flames, the blood-stained frenzy, and the dead bodyThousands of miles across the sea. But in front of her is the person she once loved, who is embracing a strong soldier, with cold armor and iron hooves, and crossbow arrows are coldly confronting her. The country is broken and the city is destroyed, and there is no way out. She smiled one last time,He said to the child in his arms: 'Princess, is she afraid?' The child stared at the black pearl-like eyes, but shook his head stubbornly with tears in his eyes. Okay.