----You come and hold my hand, and I will follow you. Many years later, Lu Jiuyi's hair had turned gray. He was lying on a rocking chair with sycamore leaves falling all over his body. Lu Jiuyi once said that in his life, he probably had no regrets, just regrets. But he was plagued by nightmares day and night. When he saw the man in the dream, his eyes turned red from crying. He was helpless and said in despair - Lu Jiuyi, it's just Wuji regretting his passion.