Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
It was a beautiful memory, but in the end I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. I only remembered that deep-seated love, but forgot everything about you.
"Zhuang Sheng, I'm back."
"I'm sorry... Who are you?"
Intention: Love is light