In the Mist and Morning Light, We Are the Same People in the World, We Reach the Same Destination by Different Roads

"I also wanted to go down earlier because I was afraid that she would be lonely and unable to wait, but I didn't dare because I was afraid that she would be angry and not see me. "Now after all these years, I can finally go see her. Little monk, don't stop me this time. " Do you know that none of the three thousand peach blossoms in the wilderness can compare with her?