"What thing can bind someone for a lifetime? When a demon falls in love, it is destined to turn to ash."
"Xie Zhiyan, you were never some second male lead who couldn't win the person he loved. You were Song Qingyan's moon in the heavens, and the one in her heart. You were the only warmth and light in this strange world."
"Why pretend you have no desires, Xie Zhiyan? Love isn't some divine temple. It's Mingzhou in the west wing, where the lights never go out."
"Pear blossoms cannot cross the waters, and the mirror only disappoints. Make sure your affection is given to the right person; even the word 'love' has its own parts."
"So many deep-rooted flaws, yet who lives for the world and who lives for themselves? Xie Zhiyan, I am willing."
"Loving each other is the best proof that I existed."
"All rivers flow to the sea, but autumn cannot wait for flowers to bloom."
"Xie Zhiyan, farewell forever..."
A blind fortune-teller once said that Song Qingyan would not live past the age of twenty-two. Amid everyone's doubts, she died on her twenty-second birthday.
Beneath the moonlight, right on time.
When her soul returned to her previous life and she awoke from the dream, she thought she could dazzle everyone with what she had learned in the modern world. But she never imagined that this dynasty's patriarchal oppression would be so appalling.
The only way home was to marry He Fanshu, as the original owner's journal instructed, and destroy this system.
The feudal rites and music are a sham, though they are treated as real.
The modern life she was bound to is gradually slipping away.
Theme: Clear-eyed about the world
