In Huachen Villa, a man dressed in red is dancing with swords, his bright red clothes are swaying in the wind, and cherry blossoms are dancing. The sword in the woman's hand is like a passionate playboy, causing the cherry blossom petals all over the ground to rush one after another, following her in life and death. Sweat beads were like morning dew, hanging on the woman's flowery cheeks. Everything from the past, that person's words, and frowns kept flashing in his mind. The deeper the memory, the harder the sword in his hand became. Finally, it was as if the memory had emptied all her strength, and her delicate body could no longer withstand the torture of memory and fell to the ground on her back. I wish that everything could instantly become the past life. There is no Canglan Kingdom, no Haoyue Clan, no Wen Changyin, and no Ye Xuansheng in this world. There are just Luo Li and Ah Chen, who were once in love with each other, nestling under the cherry blossom trees in Hua Chen Villa, counting the stars, stained by the smoke and dust of the world. But now the situation is like smoke and smoke, full of regrets...
Intention: Always move forward. Unsatisfactory life only happens for a moment. Even if some things come slowly, they will eventually come. Even if fate tries every possible means to obstruct you, as long as you don't give up, you can always keep the clouds clearing and the moon shine.