"The world has faded away... The clouds have dispersed, so melancholy is pure madness." I tapped the cup with my chopsticks and said loudly.
"Haha... You... Drank too much. These two sentences... Are not a poem..." Gu Huan looked at me with drunken eyes and giggled. I shook my head, grabbed his hand and asked:
"Gu Huan... Do you like 'me' or Su Tingyue?"
"It's so profound." He took his hand out of my hand, lay down slowly, and closed his eyes gently, "I don't know."
I laughed. Gu Huan, you don't know, and neither do I. I thought he was me, but I found that you always loved him deeply. It's Su Tingyue who is a man, not Jiang Peiya who is a woman.
That's all, once they met, they were half-parted, and they were mistakenly entrusted with flowing water and flying flowers.
I just regret that I can't grow old with you after all, and the past is too flashy.
——The incomprehensible copy also shows that this is a trap that has opened up...