As soon as Hongyan left, there was little news, and the beauty in Yujin Hall was old.
Riding thousands of miles alone in Chang'an, the cuckoos sing in the distance.
Don't play the old tune on the strings; the new strings still look as charming as the old strings.
Flowing water and falling flowers, the darkness of spring, which one is caused by fate and which one is retribution?
A woman who lost her mother at a young age and was not recognized by her father met three completely different men in her best years: the infatuated swordsman fell in love with her at first sight, but whose beauty was hidden behind his loving eyes? The sad prince cherished her, but how much of his cherishing emotion was the sadness of sharing the same fate? The heartless young man said sweet words to her, but how much sincerity was left to pick up after his sweet words of love? It seems that the stars are holding the moon, but in fact it is difficult for a girl to trust her. If she can go back to the beginning after hope and disappointment, maybe she will just say to herself and the men who value her lightly: "We only flirt, not love."