On the edge of the cliff, she was dressed in red clothes, with a bitter smile on her face hidden under the veil. She looked at the two tall figures in front of her and said in a cold voice: "Why bother? All the affection is just for show." The man in black clothes stretched out his hand and said warmly: "Bai'er, come here, come to me, I will treat you well." He took a step forward, and she took a step back. The stones on the edge of the cliff slowly rolled down, and the man in white who had been silent suddenly stopped talking: "Li Luo, what do you want from me?" There was helplessness and sigh in his voice. How? What can be done? What should it be? That pot of sake soaked up the youthfulness of the years and the love of the prosperous age.