A dance, a flute song. Her encounter with him.
Is it a fate from the past life, or a glimpse of this life.
"Young master and I have such different names." This was the first sentence she said to him. From then on, his world was turned upside down.
"Nong'er. I don't ask you to worry about me, but I just ask you to think about me when you have nothing to do. That's enough."
Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless. How much sadness is poured out.