The stranger's words are lonely, and we are close to each other for a long time. The white silk strings grip the heart, and the feather music has its own rhythm.
Bai: "Hey, why can't I see you usually?"
Mo: "Then how did you meet me?"
Bai: "I don't know either. I just feel a palpitation when I'm close to you."
Mo: "Maybe this is fate."
Bai: "The choice you made that day determined our ending."
Mo: "I just don't want to let you get hurt at all. My leaving is the best ending."
A hundred years later, a green-haired man played the guqin.
The white feathers that came from nowhere gradually gathered together to form a cocoon, from which a human figure slowly emerged.
He finally smiled, everything revived, and strangers returned home.