Qi: The sadness of flowers blooming and falling, the hesitation of the rising and falling tide. The bank of the Weushui River that has been silent for thousands of years, the waiting for thousands of years, the loneliness for thousands of years, the love for thousands of years... In Yichen's eyes, he only saw the lotus that had been silent for thousands of years absorbing the soul of the butterfly for thousands of years. A little bit after the thousand years, the petals opened and closed, the love from a thousand years ago, repeated after a thousand years... The eternal flow. The Weushui River has flooded several times and dried up several times. Yichen turned a blind eye to the cold river water and the surrounding desolation. He only knew that no matter how the river churned, in the mud at the center of the river, in the lotus seeds of the ice blue, lavender, pure white and holy ice jade snow lotus, his reborn lover was conceived. Thousands of years ago, she chased him and died for him. Thousands of years later, he will protect her and never leave her. No matter whether she still remembers the love a thousand years ago, Mo Li: We hold hands and stay together till old age. We depend on each other in life and death, and we will never leave.