"Chen Fengnan, I had a dream, and you didn't exist in the dream."
"How do you know, you are not in a dream now?"
He who she loved was buried under the flowers, surrounded by flowers; she who he loved died under the flowers and was strangled by flowers.
Luo Beiyu knows better than anyone else that Chen Fengnan is a phantom, but he is also more convinced than anyone else that he really existed.
At least that's what she thought when she was young.
Maybe, in the last second of her life, she really felt Chen Fengnan's presence.
Intention: To my lover