Yan Mo stroked his mother's hair gently, and the tears he had held back for a long time finally burst out of his eyes, and the crystal tears fell on Liu Lianxin's charming silhouette. "Seeing through the chaos of beauties in the world, I stay alone in my empty room all night long. I don't know that I don't see you coming from afar, it's like a beauty that has grown old in spring." Yan Mo recited a poem written by his mother before her death - Sad Beauty.