Many years later, the plum tree we planted together in Qingyuan Study School has bloomed for several seasons, but it has never produced a single plum.
Many years later, the dilapidated lanterns in the old alleys have lost countless reincarnations, but they still glow every night until dawn.
Many years later, the memories about him or them in the past seem to have been blurred in the long years...
Many years later.
Lu Qingmei: Zhao Zhuma, Lu Qingmei will marry me to you, okay?
Zhao Zhuma: Okay.