"I heard that if you drink the water from the Wangchuan River, you will forget everything in this life. Can I just forget you?"
That day, she drank the water of Wangchuan and fell into the Yaochi, dyeing the Yaochi blood red. From then on, there was no longer a Manzhushahua who was nostalgic for the world.
"A'Zhu, I'm sorry."
That day, when he woke up, he felt as if he had forgotten something that he shouldn't forget.
Later, he often called a person's name "A'Zhu" in his dreams.