Yu Yang's peach blossoms have withered, Zhu Yeqing has left, Po Jun is the evil spirit of the twins, and Liuli is the spectator who disturbs the situation. The chess game has been played, people are leaving, tea is cooling, and the thunderstorm is shaking, scrambling to grab a chess piece, making that gloomy thin curtain. Mountains and rivers are a matter of time, separation and union dance together in reincarnation, dragons emerge from the abyss, phoenixes chirp for nine days, a long game of chess has gone on for an unknown amount of time, and there are no records of history left behind, and volumes are turned over. Love is just a sad tear, silently abandon it. In this calamity, heaven is prone to aging, and humans are bound to die. Maybe... Under the heart of the people...
Intention: Damn, there is no intention