The peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. The meeting on that day of that year, the promise of life and death on that day and that moment, until now, things have changed and people have changed, and the kindness has been broken. The wanderings and the high red walls finally turned into light and calm. Who knows who is right and wrong, right and wrong, and who can judge. Maybe, it was a mistake from the beginning, and if it was a mistake to the end, he would rather fall into hell and never recover; she would rather live in the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and end her remaining life... Don't ask me about the contract between life and death, it will never happen in this life...