You are sorrow, you are faith, you are the mulberry tree of my life
Mo Sheng: "Master, shouldn't I hate you? The master I respect and love the most and have given countless trusts killed my family in front of me."
Mu Zhongli: "I can finally leave... Let me represent the white plum blossom as pure as jade, which is really tarnishing it. I am not worthy of it."
Intention: No