Love in Troubled Times

Han Yixue, dressed in white with red silk hair, sat quietly under the withered peach tree, letting the snowflakes fall on her body. White fingers played with the guqin, and the sound was sometimes sad, sometimes sad, and sometimes expressed the luthier's longing. Just before the climax, the string section. As the sound of the piano stopped, Han Yixue had already burst into tears. He turned his head and looked at the empty place on his right hand and said to himself: Without you, Moye, who will I play for? How can you bear to leave me alone? The world without you is really lonely. Waiting for Yixue, I will drink Meng Po soup with you, because that is the drink for you and me...