Flowers bloom on the streets and butterflies fly, and the mountains and rivers look like they were before. The survivors grew old several times, and the wandering girls slowly returned home with long songs.
Many years later, when Qiu Jingshu once again stood in the respected position of the first noblewoman of Dachong, she stood quietly on the windy tower, looking down through the flying hair at the fragrant, flower-filled and peaceful Kyoto. In a trance, among the petals flying in the sky, familiar faces gradually appeared, hateful, angry, cold, warm, loving, doting... The unmoving Qiu Jingshu calmly accepted all the emotions, and a smile at the corner of her mouth revealed endless vicissitudes and relief after seeing everything.
"The flowers are blooming on the street, I will return home slowly!" After saying this slowly, he slowly closed his eyes and smiled as brightly as when he was fourteen years old, standing on the embankment full of spring and catkins flying, looking back at Xie Ange's smile.
It turns out that life is never what you expected, and kindness can make people laugh or cry. It's reasonable, yet so unexpected that people can't bear to look back for a moment.
