In that troubled world where gunfire was everywhere and heroes were vying for the throne, the deep palace was endlessly lonely. That touch of demonic red is always in my heart and has never faded away. The torrent of history will submerge the past and leave no memory at all. In the middle of the night, he reached out to me in the dark. My cold fingertips touched his warm palm, but I retracted it like an electric shock. I forgot that Fenghuang should not stop at Afang, I should let him go free.
Compared to history, I am just a small ephemera. I can't control Murong Chong's history. He is destined to drift away with the current in the future. I chose to leave, but in the dream he still smiled. I know he has pursuits, he wants to become the overlord forever, I shouldn't selfishly ask him to stay for me. I cried, just like he cried in front of me for the first time. On that same lonely rainy night, my lonely heart finally refused to look back. The dagger studded with gems had long since decayed, and when my fingertips touched it gently, his breath and tenderness still remained on it. I smiled, now that I have chosen, I no longer need a reason. Since he has forgotten me, let me bear the pain of lovesickness.
I know that Fu Jin is far away from him...
We finally missed it, but no matter what, I'm waiting for you at the head of Naihe Bridge!
——Fu Jin