Feng Qingyu: If one day you find that everything you have experienced is just the moon in the water, the moon is not the moon; the flowers in the mirror are not flowers; the people in the dream are not people. After all, it is just a pillow of yellow rice, and you will rest when you wake up from the dream. What should happen then?
Mo Yichen: I don't want others, I only want you.
Even if I go to the ends of the earth, even if I go to the bottom of my life, I will find you and lock you next to me. You can only be alone, even if you are the king of hell, don't even think about it.
Emperor Yunchen: I am willing to fight on the battlefield for you and regard death as home.
If Xi'er is good, then brother is good. Xi'er is well, so is my brother.
Xi'er, it's snowing! Don't you want to go and see it with your brother?
Xuanyuan Tingyu lay on her neck, panting heavily, tears streaming down his face, and his voice was painful and hoarse: Can't I do it?
Mo Baili: Doesn't my mother like women's clothing but men's clothing?
Why doesn't mother want to recognize me? Is it because of some unspeakable difficulties?
Intention: Life is impermanent, don't take everything too seriously, just treat it half awake and half drunk.