On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, when the lights were dimming, Mu Hongru looked at the woman's back. Regardless of the eyes of the people around him, he said without any doubt: "If you are a red carp, then I am the river you cannot live without." The woman turned around and poked his thin chest: "You are a big river or a small puddle, but you can't fit in a big fish like me."