Qinghe, I never knew that this mortal world is getting colder and colder than this cold moonlight. I just want to be with you, do you want me to sell my soul?
Egret, do you know that the mortal world is cold and the cold moon is silent. If we don't sell our souls, we won't even be together. How can I endure these years and use your memories to keep me warm?
In the desolate world of mortals and the abyss of the workplace, can we still talk about love?