The night wind blows lightly and ruffles the autumn leaves, the rain and dew slightly lift the moon,
The sparkling light is like water, bright or dark, and the fragrance in my heart is as soft as a dream.
Atobe: Renzu, tell me. You're not reciting lines right now. Tell me, you actually...
Renzu: Xiaojing, what should I do? I don't want to copy this story anymore. I want to be with you