In the cycle of life and death, what remains unchanged?
Going round and round, there are so many vicissitudes of life, and the glory is fleeting. When I dreamed back thousands of years, I was the noble eldest princess in Yunluo. When I woke up, I was the little fairy Yaotao from Yaochi. Tea is easy to pass away, and the past is buried: Jun Qing is dead, what else do you want your Majesty to do with her? I am Yaotao, Qingyan Yaotao...