Three lives of stones, three lives of destiny, Naiheqiao Mengpo soup! Just to meet you again.
Peach Blossoms Fall, a woman in pink clothes, with black hair hanging down three thousand feet, looking from a distance, unable to see the emotions on her face clearly. When she turned around, her eyes seemed to absorb the whole world. The man next to her had a silver mask covering half of his face that could not be seen clearly, and his hair was gently held up by a ribbon. The woman called out softly: "Huan Yi."
Intention: Three lives of stone and three lives of destiny, Naiheqiao Mengpo soup! Just to meet you again