The bright moon is low and the pine branches are swaying. She met him during a jianghu transaction. In that month of that year, he said: "The world laughs at me for being ruthless but I seem to be passionate. I also laugh at how the world can be so passionate. But what is love? It's just like a moth flying into a flame, destroying itself. But I understand now, even if it's only once, even if there is only one time left, I am willing to go to the ends of the earth with you." She smiled charmingly, without saying a word, but there was a cold chill in her eyes. That day, he cried blood at dusk and was filled with a sense of foreboding. He held her seriously injured, riding his horse and whipping his whip all the way, saying: "Wait for me, can we be together forever?" She still smiled, and her eyes grew warmer: "The flowers are blooming on the street, so you can return home slowly." If possible, I only wish to win the heart of one person, grow old with you, laugh at the flowers blooming and falling, and wait for thousands of floating flowers to come to life. A gust of breeze suddenly undulated, blowing through her long hair, and her black hair danced, and the sound of the piano came from afar, melodious, and a kind of emotional charm enveloped it, vaguely came: "The bond between life and death is broad, I said it to Zicheng, hold my hand, and grow old with me..."