"Ask the young man if he knows that a phoenix has faded away from its splendor and is willing to hide behind him."
She doesn't need the brocade hat and mink fur, or her life is short and incurable, she just needs to use her short life to carry that pear-shaped young man
The one she once thought was her true love hated her, and she regretted it, regretting that she had spent all her power in exchange for a rough life.
But she really didn't know, so how could she know
——The love and hatred from 1,500 years ago were actually what he owed her.