Relying on favor and being arrogant, in the end there will be no favor to serve. ] On the first day Su Zehuan left Dongcheng, Xu Anran came over to take a look at her. The man's temperament is noble, aloof, and extremely reserved. He was holding a plain umbrella, and the fingers holding the handle were slender and delicate, with a little pink on the fingertips. He slowly closed them together, and then said lightly, "Are you going to Xiangyang?" The sound was as cold as fine snow, like a slight sigh, so beautiful. After finishing speaking, Xu Anran slowly lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows, glanced at the woman in front of him, and said, "Go to Xiangyang? Could it be that Dongcheng can't keep you?"
Intention: To change one's fate against the will of heaven, to be the son of destiny