That year, there was a light rain of apricot blossoms. Changqing thought that Xuansangxianjun was aloof, cold, and aloof from the world. Later, he got to know Changqing well. Changqing didn't even want to mention Xuansangxianjun.
Xuan Sang: I like lively places
Changqing: I like purity
Xuan Sang: Wife, how about you trade with me?
Concept: Xianxia sadomasochism