Under the rain of extremely alluring apricot blossoms, the woman in red waved her long whip, and the sky was filled with fire covering the apricot blossom forest. Ah Si, I want you to remember that you are sorry for me. Even if you spend a thousand years of cultivation to give me a hundred years of peace, even if you are willing to stay together for five hundred years of loneliness, even if you disappear from now on, you are still sorry for me.
Ah Si, have you ever heard those words that go against your will?