The lovers who had not seen each other for many years met again. The fairy-like Abao was humiliated, beaten and scolded, and was in a miserable state. The proud He Lin was in high spirits. The white moonlight that he was so familiar with and cherished in the past has quietly fallen again. But time seems to have flown by for thirteen years, and too many impulses have been exhausted. Fortunately, they still love each other. The strangeness of separation is like the dust on the stone tablet of love. The sincerity of the two people constantly wipes and polishes it, and finally reveals the motto of love.
Intention: You have filled my pale life.