Once the worldly relationship arises, whether it is sadness, joy, separation, or union, it is inevitable to stir up all the dust.
On nights when countless moons fill the west tower, the white sky gradually fades away. Life has been decided, and all living beings can just follow it. That year, snow covered the capital city and the sound of horse hooves was heard. How many sad smiles and silences were hidden, I can no longer remember them.
——Inscription
Bai Luo still remembers the first time she met Jiang Yue. A white dress seems to be covered with plain snow, which has not been caressed; three thousand black hairs are loose and a bunch is falling into the spring breeze. The face is as gentle and delicate as jade, the eyebrows are slightly raised, and everything is as graceful as a startling giant. A pool of autumn water ripples in his eyes, scattered with scattered pear blossoms in Gushan in February. The slight hook at the corner of the mouth is even more graceful and graceful after thousands of years of loneliness. Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country.
Jiang Yue also remembered the first time he saw Bai Luo. She was wearing two loose buns and her hair accessories were also loose. There was no rouge on her face, but she smiled brightly, like a naughty child teasing his mother. That look was deeply reflected in Jiang Yue's mind, and she could never forget it.
But, the last thing...
Jiang Yue: In my whole life, I have been riding the wind and breaking the huge waves, but I can never make you smile.
Bai Luo: In my life, I cry and laugh freely. I am lucky to meet you.
Intention: There are many things in this world that are destined by fate, but fate is just like a red thread, which will be broken. When it is about to break, not even Yue Lao can stop it.