If it hadn't been for seeing her dressed in white in Yunshui, playing the flute and dancing with all things in the poverty of Yunshui River that year, if it hadn't been for meeting her wet hair in Lingxi that year, if it hadn't been for her clear and spring-like smile in front of her mother that year, I would definitely not have caused this calamity in this life. He only wanted to have half a cup of tea and half a pot of wine, and be with one person for the rest of his life, but he still couldn't compete with fate. In the dream, the peach blossoms fell, the west wind blew cold, and the palace was cold.