The good intention was born in Jinxiu, inheriting the wish of his parents to "win everything" and not knowing the world.
It wasn't until the high hall turned into scorched earth that she realized that kindness can have bad consequences.
She returned from hell, using a broken sword as a pen and hatred as ink, vowing to write justice on the remaining pages of fate.
The moon waxes and wanes, and it will never be perfect.
Intention: People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.