Baili looked at Ali's eyes shining brightly in the moonlight, and gradually stopped laughing, but in the blink of an eye, a slightly gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if explaining to Ali, "My king, do you walk with such maturity?" Baili took Ali's hand behind his back to the front, and then took her hand regardless of Ali's reaction. Baili looked at Ali as if he was taking an oath, "My king, since I have captured your hand, you will never let it go in this life." These hands have been held like this for a lifetime. Occasionally, Ali seemed to hear Baili's laughter and determination.