Ji Yirui said, the person I like is A Yin, not Rong Ying.
She said that she had promised Ji Yirui that if the lamp was turned on twice a year, it would not work.
Zhan Lin said, I will definitely be the one to take Rong Ying to put out lotus lanterns next year.
The story went on for thousands of years, and until the end, all that was left to her was the fragrant wooden fan.