Story version: "Let's go, follow me." Rong Jinhuai walked ahead. Qin Musang stared blankly at Rong Jinhuai's back. No one had ever told her to let her go behind, but someone had said that if a person hands his back to another person, it means that he believes in a person. So, does Rong Jinhuai believe in her? His eyes were filled with wonder. Literary version: You brought me my first taste of love, eating it deep into my bones, and cherishing it for the rest of my life. Lost in the mystery, flying flowers like illusions, blinded or lost their heart, drunk and unaware of their years.