In the previous life, I was reduced to a world of mortals, and now I am drunk with flowers all over the house. I thought that the disciple who was obsessed with defeat also had true feelings, but he was treated as a pawn and allowed to be manipulated. He fled to Taoyuan Village and fell in love with a scholar. When the love is strong, the traces are found. Finally, I ended this life on the apricot tree behind the house full of flowers. ' There is only one sentence left: 'What's the use of beauty? It's just hurting others and hurting yourself. May you live in the next life. For an innocent woman. , And the scholar will live forever'. . . .