The first time I committed a peach blossom, I fell into the hands of the Emperor of Heaven. It really wasn't fate or calamity.
A little bluebird who had lived in Kunlun Mountain for a long time came down to the ninth heaven by chance, and met his destined lover and best friend. What he once thought was fate and wanted to last forever was overturned at a certain point in time. Lover or enemy, best friend or stranger, destiny and calamity are all in the same thought.
Intention: Sometimes love and hate are just a matter of thought. You can take the wrong path, but you can't forget the person you loved.