I didn't like Qin Mingye when I married him. It just so happened that he didn't seem to like me very much. He wronged me and drove me to Queming Mountain, but then gave me a silk handkerchief...
Qin Mingye brushed the tombstone with his fingertips and stood there for a long time, "Do you still remember the next sentence that I have always forgotten?" And the only thing that responded to him was the wild wind in the mountains and the sound of falling peach blossoms...
The flowers are blooming in spring and the autumn rain is cool. Where are my old friends?
Your Majesty has not returned, and the red candle is still in tears.
Conception: