There is always an undercurrent of bitterness hidden under the happiness and tranquility. The beauty of the moon will eventually be unable to withstand the withering of the hatred of spring and the sadness of autumn. That year, they finally met, loved each other with pride, and pretended to be noble. They kept missing each other in their youth. Many people around them have become slaves of time, following time in a hurry, forgetting what they wanted to pursue in the first place, and what have they got now? I was young at that time, and my obscure emotions kept growing and deteriorating, but in the end I loved you!
"My name is Lu Cen, Yuan Cen Yuan Mu Cen!"
"Huh? So your name is different from what I thought?"