Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.
But under the bodhi tree in Luo Wuqin, his belated affection and his lost boy were buried.
He recalled that he had practiced hard in Nanshan for ten years and lost his appearance, just to resurrect his second senior brother who had taken him to see the Thousand Lanterns Festival and given him the Yin-Yang Jade.
But when the senior brother returned, he fell in love with a junior sister who had eyes similar to his.
On the wedding night, the yang jade is broken and the yin jade is cold.
He picked up the fragments in his hands in the heavy snow and buried his last thoughts with his own hands.
Later, Luo Wuqin remembered everything.
He spent the rest of his life guarding that grave, turning his black hair into white hair, until heavy snow fell on Nanshan again.
"Senior brother, in your next life, don't admit the wrong person again."
Intention: Repentance and Price
