His heart seemed to be torn apart, and he was in agony. What he thought was the love between the two would last until death, but in the end it was nothing more than the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. At this moment, facing the lover who was still engraved in his heart after he had walked through the road of hell and drank Meng Po soup, facing this ridiculous truth that made him extremely pitiful, he could not smile falsely or wail in pain. He could only look at her, looking at her without saying a word without sadness or joy, longing to see through her heart through these thousand years.