After this farewell, we no longer see the rush of traffic and crowds, and we no longer feel longing for others to return. In a poor life, all I see is black hair.
Many years later, when Shao Ruyue passed through the years of youth and frivolity, she only smiled lightly when she thought about it again. When she returned from her dream at midnight, she saw a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, full of high spirits. That person's smile, that person's every move, every move was like a fine wine from a lifetime ago that she tasted carefully. And those vows she had made, her life and death together, and his day and night, all turned into a prosperous dream.