Copy 1: The first time we met in my memory, you humbled yourself into the dust, the fire filled the air, you were alone and silent, and I almost took the blame for destroying the nine tribes on your behalf. Goodbye now, you are just an inconspicuous little beggar on the street. I feel dirty, but I am still willing to pull your sleeve and say, "Ayan, let's go home." I don't know how many disguises you have, and I can't tell which one is the real you, but I have no regrets. I don't want you to die beyond recognition. I will bear the burden for you. As long as you are well, why can't I find you? I'm waiting for you to come back. Ayan, where are you? I'll go find you, okay... Let's go home... Look, it's snowing, and your Shu'er is back... Copy 2: "Well, um, that lady is a little afraid of getting dirty." (Disgusted) "Mu Nan, bring me the veil." "Uh, miss, this, this is not enough." It's difficult..." "Okay, okay" "Young Master, you are so dirty that you can't even see your true colors, so you can't blame me for being so harsh." (Well... You go ahead and do it) "Young Master, what is your name?" "Fu Jiyan" "Oh, it's too ugly, let me call you Ayan" "..."