Mo Xuan thought he was a sinful immortal who was demoted to the human world, but Xie Changshu told him: "What, aren't you a grass?" Someone came running up and said: "Hey, you are a flower." So Mo Xuan asked: "Who am I?"
"It doesn't matter, I love you no matter what you are."
Concept: colorful clouds disperse easily and glass is crisp