He had always thought that her favorite color was blue. It was raining and cold that day, and the pear blossoms were all over the ground. She drank the poison and left him with a moon-white gauze dress to cherish her for the rest of his life. He only thought that she was unkind and unjust, but when the truth was revealed, it turned out that she was the most affectionate, and he was the one who betrayed his heart.
The cherries are like fire and warm the heart. The snow-white Licheng is so monotonous. Since she left, Licheng has been planted with cherry trees. When the flowers bloom, crimson clouds bloom, like thousands of young girls smiling at him. But he knew that in his entire life, he would never find that cold blue color again.
The world of mortals is rolling in endlessly. It's a pity that the life of a mayfly is fleeting.
It turns out that the word love is poison, disaster, and fate.