"Five years."
"Well, the sky is full of peach blossoms, as if it was yesterday." Yu Li put his sword into its sheath, and a petal floated into the palm of his hand.
"What you said to me back then is still vivid in my mind." Yuebai smiled faintly, her soul dissipated like smoke, the peach forest became deserted, and the wind blew the sand.
Yu Li buried the red fallen flower snack box under the tree, her tears falling into the soil, and she turned her back on the deserted forest.
Intention: There is no place to look for in the peach garden, but it can be compared to a solitary pavilion closed in the cold spring.