Luo Qingxue met him at the Lantern Festival Temple Fair when she was fifteen years old. On the stage, his sleeves were fluttering lightly, like a picturesque immortal.
The various grievances and grievances that followed in the next three years were probably just some of her petty grievances, now that I think about it.
But three years later, when she thought she would let go of everything and return to the starting point, why did she still see the fairy in the painting with her sleeves fluttering on the stage?
He said: "I don't pray to gods or gods, I just hope that when the lights dim, you can still recall the grace and grace on the stage that year."