In one life, she was a tree demon, and he was a person from the fairy world. During that golden age, we were so lonely that we were hurt beyond recognition. In the next life, she will be the best violinist in the world, and he will be the regent that everyone fears. Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips. Who hurt whom in this life? (This is a newbie writing, so please forgive me if there are any deficiencies!)