He lowered his eyes, the spring breeze was lingering, the sound of the piano was lingering, and he could only smell the fragrance of night flowers.
Ziqi, do you know?
The high mountains and flowing water are nothing but this lingering hatred, a trace of lovesickness, and the dust is passing by. Looking back, I am still the same person, and I only hope to be dependent on you in this life.
But, you don't know.
The phoenix tail of the Yaoqin is broken, and the heart-breaking music is broken. Who should I play it to?
You said you would regret it.
Now, I regret it...