Destiny is ruthless, and all the ups and downs are on the surface. The old friendship cannot withstand the devastation, is shaky, and finally cannot bear to look back. Will the love that we have been grinding together finally reappear, or will the happy times of the past fade away with the wind? Will two people be devoted to each other and warm their hearts for a lifetime, or a sword and an edge will chill their hearts for a lifetime? Love in youth is hard-won, but how can we let go of the grudges and hatreds of the past? Falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is unclear. The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. Holding my hand, growing old together with my son is really so far away?
Gentle, powerful, charming, suave beauty, lively, cheerful, thoughtful and delicate junior disciple
Intention: Can the word love really not exist in the face of right and wrong, grievances and grudges?