Qiong wine. A wine glass filled with fairy wine makes a drunkard get drunk without touching it. He looked at the wine glass with a drunken smile, filled with the love he had devoted his whole life to, but where was the beauty? How could he let him smell the fragrance of this pot alone?
That nightmarish fire was their meeting, their first encounter. The beginning of a disaster. Who would have expected the ending of a dream? Maybe he expected it - "My courtesy name is Meiying, my given name is Nongyu, and I have no surname." Maybe he expected it - "Yayu likes Wen Hengyu's energetic appearance, so her son's name is Wencai."
That year, he held that immature little hand with a hand as weak as willow. Could I be paranoid that they would be together like this?
But this is just the beginning, the beginning of everything, the prologue of the story.