Two hundred years later, Su Wuqing still stood under the peach tree and watched the peach blossom tree bloom. Suddenly, a brisk and hearty voice came from behind Su Wuqing: " Brother!" Qing Qing turned around, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Wu Jian?!" A young man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree, and the breeze blew off the petals of the tree. He stood quietly in the rain of petals from the sky. He was dressed in white clothes, with a slender figure and a high nose. Liang, with perfect lip shape and a slightly pale but extremely handsome face - stared at him silently with his starry eyes. Only then did a smile appear on his indifferent face, vaguely revealing a small tiger tooth. That smile was like a spring flower blooming, which amazed time and softened the years. The spring breeze blew across his face, and that innocent smile appeared on his face again: "Brother, I'm back." Life is a dream, and the world is mortal. The dream eventually wakes up, but Nanke?
Intention: A floating life and a dream