If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be a god, a human, or a devil. I just want to be a winter jasmine that blooms at your feet and shows off my splendor for you. It is better than all the entanglements in this life, and love cannot be achieved. Qiwu thought like this, turned over in the tree again, looked at the empty palace, and burst into tears without warning.
Thirty thousand years of vicissitudes and hardships have changed everything in the world, but what remains unchanged is the human heart.