Many years later, when she was playing a Buddhist tune at the Bodhi Dharma Assembly, she stood silently in front of the man opposite her, gazing in thought. After a long time, he tilted his head and chuckled, "I have never understood why you and Ming Fengheng can get together?" The look on his face was very much like that of Baihua Valley, and he finally solved the problem that had puzzled him for a long time.
Turning the empty wine glass in his hand, he looked far-reaching, "You are a fire of karma in his chest, igniting the fire, but he is a clear spring in your heart, washing away the dust. Water and fire may seem incompatible, but in fact they live and breathe."
At that time, the sky was filled with rays of light, and the morning sun was gushing thinly. A few rays of golden light pierced the clouds and shone on his face, coating it with a dazzling light.