When we meet again, I still haven't escaped the fate prompted by the marriage mirror. When the breeze blows, the image of you playing the piano is still in my mind. Mo Bai, what kind of situation will you and I be in in this life...
Standing by the Wangchuan River again, I am still sitting on the throne tens of thousands of years ago, and where are you under the red plum tree...
Intent: Love between gods and demons