The moonlight was slightly bright, and Xiaolong stood on the bridge thoughtfully. Suddenly he noticed the breath behind him and turned around to see a thin girl with an ordinary appearance. They met here before, and that year the garden was full of sweet-scented osmanthus. He hesitated to speak, looked at the moon, held back all his thoughts, and whispered softly in her ear: "Lin! Thank you, goodbye!"
Letting go of his obsession, Xiaolong embarked on the path that truly belongs to him. He touched the flame embroidered on his chest and smiled reassuringly. In fact, she was always there! That memory has never been annihilated!
Intention: The dusty past of the Holy Lord and Xiaolong, the unknown story, the deep love, and the obsession that travels through time and space, turn into light and shadow, beside you and me.