Isolated among the King Yingluo trees, I could hear the sound of wind blowing in my ears, but I was alone. . . ——Liu Yuan
It's pain, it's sorrow. We obviously love each other, and the phoenix sings to beg the phoenix, but why do we spare the "blood" from my lover's chest? I've never misunderstood it, just because you are the king of the Butterfly Clan and I am the Yinshang of the Wing Clan. Oh, is the Thousand-petalled Lotus actually an evil fire demon Shu that is even more enchanting than the Manzhu Shahua? I just know that under the clear moonlight, you are no longer there.