The obsession for three lives and three lives was just because under the peach blossom tree, the young man praised: "This flower is so beautiful..."
On the painted boat, the young master was graceful, his folding fan swaying, but he stopped to linger on a peach blossom. This glance was the entanglement of three lives. There is constant cutting and confusion, and only the pursuit through life and death carves an eternal melody for this human-monster love.