He couldn't remember the specific day, but he only remembered that she was wearing a red-trimmed Hanfu that day. It was such a bright color, but she wore it with an indifferent flavor, just like the plum blossoms in winter, bright and elegant. He just looked at her, saw her smiling softly, and said to him, "Let's live together until we are 120 years old." That was her vow to him, a vow to stay with him for life. It wasn't until that day that he realized that everyone has 120 years of glory, but people themselves don't know it, and they continue to reduce and reduce it due to their own lack of cherishment, lack of attention, and indiscriminate squandering. That night, he asked the sky in his heart, would he still have time to stay with her until he grows old?