He left the temple and entered the world, changing his ways. Meeting new people, meeting old people, the undercurrent is surging. On the seven strings of Lingling, there are still sounds of ancient customs, including revenge, conspiracy, and turmoil. In the midst of laughter, can one person support the crisis alone?
She left the boudoir and entered the troubled times, pure jade and pure gold. After going through thrills and perplexities, my mind is strong and my eyes are clear. The orchids turn into fragrant flowers and become green again. Is there any conclusion about whether it is right or wrong? Looking back, I miss my old friends but forget my past.
The place of laughter is not only in the story; the one who weeps is not only others.