Before Song Mohan met Chi Xun, there was a period of darkness.
Until a river appeared and he saw the sin in himself.
At the same time, he saw in himself the belonging of an emotion called love.
That belonging is called Chi Xun.
The peach blossoms are still blooming in the pond. (The original sentence is Jiang Xun, I changed it myself, please forgive me.)
The white snow covers the cold road, and I walk alone to find old traces.
Purpose: Make money.