On the ninth day of September, Cuiwei Mountain. There are no mountains full of brilliant autumn chrysanthemums, only dead grass stretching to the sky.
Dongfang Qionglin poured down a glass of strong wine and sighed slightly: "Half of my life, I have been controlled by others, and the other half of my time has been on the battlefield and involved in state affairs. After careful calculation, only the more than three months with you were truly happy and worry-free. I think I finally know why you are always unhappy. Nine times out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory, and there is nothing worth being happy about. I once wanted to give you happiness, and now I am here to fulfill my promise."
Songs for ten miles, mourning to the sky, this wedding in the underworld is held for you, have you ever seen it?
Conception: