Many years later, when Song Qing once again acted like a rogue and asked Song Yan whether she loved him or not, and what she loved about him.
Song Yan fell silent again, caressing her lover's head, looking at the cold lonely moon in the sky, with unbreakable tenderness in her eyes.
"Fool, watch the moon obediently." He whispered in a pretense of seriousness.
"Oh, you're such a tough-mouthed duck... You..." Mr. Song's unfinished words were once again lost in the everlasting kiss...
Song Yan, you are so cunning