Zhaoyang Lake has green waves every year, cotton wool is flying, and the willow color on the shore is still the same as before. He can't figure out whether this is a dream, but why the breeze and moonlight are still there after waking up from the dream, but there is one less person in the world.
Just because of the absence of this person, from now on, the treasures are tasteless, the clothes are dim, the spring is dim, and his world is gloomy.
He really thought that girl was dead, but eight years later, just tonight, she stood in front of him again. Maybe she forgot, or maybe she didn't forget. But these are no longer important. What is important is that she will be by his side from now on, accompanying him to watch the tide rise and fall, and the prosperity of the imperial capital.