That night under the crabapple tree, the gauze sleeves danced slightly, the sun came out of its sheath, and the breeze blew slowly. The moon is bright and clear, and you are spotless. You said that when Haitang comes back, you will come back too. Now the crabapples are blooming again but you haven't come back. I don't blame you for not coming back, I just hate that the person who can get along with you is not me. Mr. Shen, I hope you are safe.
Intention: There is no distinction between good and evil