The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind.
Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.
——Jiang Jie·"Poppy·Listen to the Rain"
"No matter what, as long as I can protect you, that's what I, Six Horses, want to die for!" The boy opposite laughed and imitated their tone, but for a moment, tears fell vaguely, "What nonsense are you talking about... If there is an afterlife, if I had known that it was a life-threatening business, I would never let them do it..."