The east and west screens of the Hall of Eternal Life reflect the long-goldened time. Who is sitting in front of the stage looking at himself in the mirror putting on makeup? Now I dare not think about it. The west wind knocked on the half-closed window several times last night.
After walking for so long, I almost forgot whether I was Xihua's Lu Xiliang or Xiyu's Wei Yang... But she was always her, and love was always love.