Many, many years later, Lu Congfang would still occasionally think of those people.
Thinking of the afternoon when she beat Chen Fuying until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen;
Thinking of Sang Bai's smiling face when he looked at the fat goldfish she drew;
Thinking of Mu Ying who was always happy during the Lantern Festival;
Thinking of mother, father, eldest princess and seventh prince.
However, there is no going back.
Intention: Everything is destined, and the path we choose is the original path.