That touch of purple among the bamboo forest was destined to become a touch of cinnabar that was imprinted on his heart. Anyway, since it couldn't be removed, he could just leave it like this. It wouldn't hurt anyway.
That barren tomb in the green mountains and green waters was destined to be an unforgettable concern for her when she dreamed back at midnight. Anyway, since she couldn't dig it out, she could just leave it like this. It wasn't common anyway.
The story of two people has become an entanglement between five people. Who is the protagonist and who is the supporting role? Since you can't figure it out, let's just mess it up like this. No one will remember it anyway.
It seems that everything is okay, everyone is scheming, and someone must look away. In fact, no one is wrong in this ending, but he has failed himself.