She looked at Fang Huai in the jianjia room, her eyes filled with stars, there had been wars, sword shadows, and she had been there. But now there is no blood or her inside, only tears and stars twinkling.
Fang Huai: "Qin Ruxu, you also love flowers, and you will be lonely. I want to love you too, because you are worth it. No matter whether you change or not, I will love you in the past, present and future."
Intention: dream