"I love you, but I can't help but hate you. I hate you, but I can't help but love you."
Love is like the blooming flowers on the plum branches, hate is like the cold snow covering the branches. The plum blossoms reflect the frost and snow, entwining each other and hurting each other.
The mountains and rivers are vast, and the family and country are in front of us. The love is deep but the relationship is shallow. No matter how reluctant we are to let go, we will eventually face each other on both sides of the beacon smoke across the northern and southern territories.
A snowfall wiped out half a life's ties, and a lifetime of deep love, leaving only Hanmei and Luoxue, looking at each other year after year, but unable to embrace each other.
Intention: Don't care about worldly opinions