Maybe the sun was so bright that day that when Chu Huaiyang dreamed back at midnight, he only remembered the man's white face and his trembling lips: "Huai..., Master, I'm not a bad person, and I won't bother you again. It's just that the world is far away. Hope, cherish it..." Before Huaiyang could open his mouth, his features suddenly became charming, and the fragrance of the red pear blossoms.