In Chang'an City, they live next to each other. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. He was riding a futon instead of a bamboo, and he didn't come towards her. She took the initiative to walk towards him.
When she was young, she was fascinated by the handsome appearance of the young monk in the temple. From then on, she was secretly attracted to him.
When she was still young, she was forced to move to a foreign country and commit herself to the side of the enemy's monarch. When they met, she was a concubine and he was a Buddha. She was devastated and regretful. Many years later, the country was successfully restored but the land was lost. Although she was broken, she still mustered up the courage to walk towards him again. The ancient temple was so deep that she could not see her old friend.
He left a monument for her.
Time flies, and years are fleeting. She vaguely remembers the wedding night, when Wang kissed her hair. She remembered the monk's warm palms, and shed tears.
The thing she asked him the most was: "Did you ever love me?"
His most frequent answer was: "I never loved you."
She always thought that her whole life was like a dream, and she spent most of her life walking towards him and loving him.
But little did she know: "He spent most of his life and spent all his courage in order to get close to her."
Is it love? No!
It's love made from scraping her flesh and blood. It's just a lifelong dream that a monk had when he saw a girl when he was young.
