One acted flawlessly, while the other waited until his patience ran out.
The seven-year master-disciple relationship was turned into a mess in this moonlit room. Chang'e did not retreat until Pengmeng touched the treasure box. Before the tip of his sword struck, she crushed the wax coat, swallowed the elixir, and floated to the moon at the last moment.
Concept: There lived a woman on the moon who had no time to hate. What caught her on earth was a hand holding an empty cuff. Becoming an immortal may not necessarily free you, and committing evil may not be complete. Grace is like the jar of pineapple that has gathered dust on the shelf, but it is still true when you open it.