Bai Jing: Three thousand black hair, white clothes like snow, looking back with a charming smile.
Qingyan: Black hair is like a waterfall, red clothes are like blood, and the beauty is unforgettable.
Who accepts whose calamity, who is the fate of whom.
When the cherry blossoms fall, they will eventually become mournful. I only wish to help the world for her.
When we first met, we admired each other, and our feelings were deeply rooted and could not be eliminated.