This is a love story about the ethics of ancient people. Can the hero and heroine put aside the fetters of the world and bravely fight for their own love?
Yuyan looked at the road, feeling a sudden burst of sadness in his heart. He looked up at Yan Qiudi and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
: "Let's go." Yan Qiudi said indifferently.
Yu Yan prepared his baggage and set foot on the bluestone road.
Yan Qiudi turned around.
: "Master." Yuyan suddenly turned around and shouted
Yan Qiudi paused and stopped.
For a moment, there was silence behind him. Yan Qiudi made up his mind, raised his feet, and left.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my right hand. Soft fingers held his hand persistently.
Yan Qiudi looked sideways at Yu Yan, with countless tears falling on her face. Yan Qiudi slowly raised his hand and wiped her dry gently: "You go and find my mother. If you are still willing to come back then, then come back."
Yu Yan remained silent for a long time, then nodded blankly. Turn around and step onto the bluestone road.
After her figure disappeared, Yan Qiudi finally slowly closed his eyes.