I still remember that when Lin Yuzhi was six years old and moved to Persimmon Lane in the capital when her father was promoted. She was hit on the head by a persimmon while standing under a persimmon tree. She cried so pitifully. A young man in bright clothes and an angry horse stood in front of her with a silver gun and asked her with a smile, "Don't cry, little sister. What is your name? From now on, my brother will protect you." "I am not afraid of you", but he died for her outside the pass with thousands of arrows piercing his heart. Now she can no longer find the young man who protects her like that, "Ajin, wait for me on the road to hell, in the Wangchuan River. I can't help you in this life, let me love you in the next life, okay..."
Intention: love