Love is a mandala, which exudes a terrible poison and a proud fragrance. Once you become addicted, you will never give up. Yun Haoyue couldn't help but look at her in despair and said: Ying'er, my love was imprisoned from the beginning, with no way out, but I still let it grow, fantasizing that it could find a way out, but in the end it could not escape the judgment of fate. Han Qingying said bitterly: "If one day the reincarnation of fate changes, I will open a gap for you. Then can you love me again." Where is the exit of fate? Did you close it or forget it? If hate is the exit. Then love must be the memory of you forgetting me.