Nineteen years ago.
He curled up in his chair and asked: What is your name?
He said: Cao Huan.
He smiled, his eyebrows were picturesque: What's wrong?
He stopped talking.
After silence, he suddenly asked: What kind of wine did the prince drink?
He turned the sapphire wine glass in his hand: Bamboo Leaf Green.
He said: Then my name will be Ye Qing.
Nineteen years later.
He was lying on the bed with a pale face: What is your name?
He said: Ye Qing.
He smiled, as warm as spring, with a tear in his eye: Don't let me do this in the next life. Otherwise, I might not be able to find you.