The grace of a flower is like a lifetime of love. Destinations arise and fall, and the bond is hard to break.
The jade bone on my head has become a pain in your heart, but I still don't want to let go, and I don't want to accept this ruthless destiny. Traveling through time and space, recreating my soul, changing my fate against the will of heaven, and turning the stars around, just to join hands with you in this mortal world and depend on me for the rest of my life.
The snow-capped flowers in Jialan Imperial City are in bloom again, just like the year we met, as bright as the morning glow and as beautiful as the flowing clouds.
The sound of the wind is like a bell, and the wind blows through the flowers like snow.
The cold osmanthus flowers fall, forming a lifelong love.
Intention: Master-disciple love, Yu Guyao's companionship