Xia Qingyuan: If you die one day, I will visit you often and bring you your favorite food and wine. I will sit in front of your tombstone, I will pour you a drink and chat with you, so that you will not feel lonely. I will pull the weeds from your grave...
Bai Yan didn't remember what he said next. She only remembered that she cried in his arms until her nose and tears ran down her face, and he, who had a mysophobia, kissed her face cleanly without any disdain.