Luo Wan sat alone in the ancient pavilion, stroking the mottled moss marks between the pavilions with his fingertips. His eyes were filled with unresolved melancholy, and his soft sighs were broken in the sparkling waves.
Lingsu stood on the bank of the lake, his white clothes fluttering in the evening breeze. Looking at the lonely moon in the water, he sighed one after another, full of indescribable melancholy.
If fate has broken up, why is there only endless lovesickness lingering in my heart after we say goodbye?
If the friendship has ended, how can we untie the knot that is entangled in our hearts and cannot be untied?
One person is destined by fate, but in the end there is no fate; the other person is self-taught and deeply rooted in love.
One person hates the impermanence of the world and misses each other; the other person is trapped in the vastness of two worlds and wanders in despair.
Luo Wan raised his eyes and looked at the figure standing by the lake. His voice was as soft as cotton in the wind: "There is no grass anywhere in the world. Why does the Lord God only like me?"
When Lingsu heard the words, a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of her lips, her eyes were gentle and determined, and she spoke loudly and resoundingly: "Since you are already in love, there is no need for a reason."
Purpose: Promote love and responsibility
