The peach blossoms shine brightly. She thought he was the bright red cinnabar between her eyebrows, but little did she know that she was also the only beautiful peach blossom in his eyes. In that life, her swaying and blooming figure burned the stars in the sky, and the rustling flowers all over the ground were the years when she smiled happily and ignored life and death. But he only remembered her cold tears that day, which silently wet his eyes. What was broken were his and her hearts. Xuandu has lost its color in the spring breeze, and how many autumns have there been in red rain on the branches? The bones of the bones reincarnate, life and death, the origin of love is deep and there is no more sorrow.