In "A Dream of Red Mansions", the alliance between Wood and Stone was not over, when Daiyu burned the manuscript and Baoyu became a monk, they both traveled to Shanghai in 2025. He became a business tycoon and she was a top designer, but they passed each other hundreds of times in the vast crowd of people in the same city. From the morning fog on the Bund to the moonlit night at West Lake, the red line of fate disappears and appears. Until the sentence "Now I am buried in flowers, I laugh like crazy" sounded, she suddenly looked back and continued the next sentence - the eyes that had been apart for three hundred years finally met again. They entered into a marriage, founded a cultural company, turned classical affection into modern blessings, and finally turned into a pair of butterflies in their consummation, flying into a new legend.
I really like hearing this story.