Beicheng Wushang: "Ouyang Yan, you are a rose given by God. A rose will inevitably attract bees and butterflies, but you don't understand love, so you are always loved and hurt..."
Ouyang Yan: "Beicheng Wushang, you only say you love me like this..."
Beicheng Wushang: "Ah..."
Ouyang Yan: Beicheng Wushang, have you been here before? . . .
Intention: Is it an injustice? Or is it a match made in heaven?