Chang'an in the story has endless sorrow and countless sadomasochism. He loves her, but she doesn't love him, she hates him, but he doesn't hate her. A small flower has withered a few petals in its lifetime, but it shines brightly several times. Chang'an is sentimental, life is like a dream, and songs of love and abuse are eulogized. What he said will last forever, and what she said will never leave her. Those things he said were only his words...
Is there someone who can make her and them no longer despair, no longer cold, no longer lonely, no longer lonely?