Three hundred lives of reincarnation, three hundred lives of curse, in exchange for three hundred lives of farewell.
Can this life's fate and this life's persistence be exchanged for staying together for life after life?
"The wind blows in the shadows of the trees, and the tears are faint. The clouds hide the moon, and it will never return. The flying flowers are fragrant, and I cry for lovesickness. I am lonely in love with the warm spring, but it is still cold."
——Do you understand the poem written for you by the Naihe Bridge? Regardless of whether I drink Meng Po soup or not, I will still try my best to find you.
Because I made a promise with you that I will come back to you when the flower is withered...