A mirror is floating in the water, and a dusty dream wakes up.
When people who once thought they would never meet again in eternity appear in front of them again, in the ninth heaven, among the water and clouds, whose dream is full of lotuses on the ground.
"Look at Qi'ao, the green bamboo Yiyi. There are bandits and gentlemen, it's like fighting with each other..."
In the hazy smoke, his features were still as picturesque as water, but she stood far away, too far away to be unreal.
Seeing him pass by indifferently, she recalled that night long ago, when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, with a gentle breeze, she leaned beside him peacefully, and the melodious sound of the flute came from far away.
She never looked back and knew he was far away.