Who writes poetry with all his heart, and sings the prosperity of the past life and the silence of this life into the clear frost on the first floor of the fallen leaves! In the red dust and purple streets, fate comes and goes, how much sadness turns into light resentment, how much desolation turns into flower graves, how much parting turns into tears, how much waiting turns into lovesickness.
Mo Jin: Even though I tried all means, I finally married you.
Meng Yu: I thought you understood, so there was no need to say anything more.
Mo Jin: Oh, no need to say more, no need to say more. Have you ever spoken! I tried my best to get into your Meng Mansion. But what about you? However, I am tired and tired
In this life, I only hope that you will give me a chance to live up to your heart and grow old with my son.