Lock Qiushan. The night of August 15th. The bright moon hangs high.
"If you leave, you'll be betraying me." The girl in white, Mingzhu, was tearful and touching.
"Yes." The young man in blue stood gracefully with eyes like a torch.
A word that is arrogant and cruel.
The girl's originally tense body seemed to relax. She sighed softly and turned around to leave, leaving only one soft word that spread in the autumn wind: "It would be better if I never knew you."