The fragrance of the young master, in the rolling world of mortals, he is just a touch of that blue color, gone with the wind, without retention, what is left is just the meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth. Even though he was loved by thousands of people, he still walked alone in the rivers and lakes, drinking the west wind alone.
Four women come and go, or the lotus blossoms fail after they bloom. He has never missed a moment of beauty. After all, they are the most important people. How can the young master get rid of them? Except for the melancholy sound of the butterfly flute, only half of the young master's fragrance is left.
Was it bad luck, or was he not supposed to come?
Everything has gone far, the young master is dressed in a green shirt, disappearing into the empty world of the world.