An encounter finally turned into an incomprehensible attachment in the world's dreams. In these smoke-like years, whose heart is hurting?
Miaoke, who devoted himself to Buddhism, met the tough and passionate Chen Su, and a little warmth and touch knocked on the door of his heart. Bit by bit, no matter how you calculate it... The spring breeze is blowing under the beautiful moon, but in the end, you are also lost in love and confusion.
However, in this world, there is something called luck, and there is another thing called destiny.
When Miaoke gave up everything and walked into the mortal world, he only saw the reality in front of him. In reality, the greatest misfortune of love is that fate can never compete with fate. Even though it is a fate that has been cultivated in the dark, even though it has gone so twists and turns. In the end, I could only watch it, gradually flying away and fading into smoke.
An old Li song in the distance is still slowly singing, and I am twisting a wisp of illusory dreams with my hands. Looking back at the prosperous and bleak journey, I only remember the beauty of the moment when the flowers bloom! Who could have known that there would be a heartbroken sound the moment the flowers fell.
A stroke of ink, a song of Li Sao. Season after season, season after season, cycle after cycle.