Semi-vernacular Qingshuiwen.
This life is only so long. When it is over, it will return to dust and dust, and when it reaches the end of the world, it will only be a bowl of Meng Po soup.
Gu Feng closed his eyes and remembered the man standing in the peach blossom forest smiling and saying sweetly: Do you believe in fate? The bright smile was more dazzling than the sun, and the bright eyes seemed to be flashing with infinite emotion and light.
Fate? Meeting you in this world is my destiny. The only fetters and obsessions in past and present lives.