Late spring, Limochi.
Bai Chi was sitting alone by a stone by the pool. He lowered his head and sighed deeply. Now, all he felt was the loss and annoyance that Gu Lingzhi couldn't find in his heart. He who usually had a playful smile and teased Gu Lingzhi all day long now had a frown on his face. A few wisps of breeze blew against his face, seeming to smooth his frown, but instead made him drowsy. Before closing his eyes, he saw Gu Lingzhi's worried face in a blur.
The breeze gradually turned into a strong wind. Under the full moon at midnight, a young man with his face covered by a green gauze stood beside a sleeping young man. The young man took off his cloak to protect the people around him from the cold. Unexpectedly, the wind suddenly blew violently and threw the cloak into the pool. Gu Lingzhi looked at the cloak being swallowed up in the pool and smiled bitterly. Now that he has become a prostitute, he is afraid that God will not let him meet Bai Chi again.
Gu Lingzhi wanted to touch the face of the person in front of him again, but he didn't reach out his hand. He turned around and wanted to leave. A strong big hand held Gu Lingzhi's right hand tightly, and a playful voice sounded: "You can touch it if you want. When did you become such a bitch?"