At night in Jiangzhou, music and music began.
Young Master Xuanyi, half of his face is covered with jade, and he is dressed in wind and snow.
In the bustling depths, I suddenly meet the eyes of an old friend.
A thought arouses him, he has been silent for half his life, and then his defense is broken.
It's fate, it's fate, it's hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.
From then on, every step was filled with excitement and confusion.
Intention: reversal