Maybe it was a mistake for Rong Bai to come to this world, and it was even more wrong to fall in love with someone.
Love, hate, anger, and ignorance are all wrong, and we cannot afford to advance or retreat. Love and hatred in this world are hard to forget, and how far away is our return?
The sound of plucking the strings is still the same as before. On the brocade string, a song is played, and the old friend's heart is broken. Years have passed, but the old sounds still disturb people, and the beautiful appearance lingers in the soul's dreams.
There was a promise on the Sansheng Stone, and they originally thought they would be blessed by God, but they understood too late:
Since we have different paths, how can we reach the same destination?