No yuri plot.
Today is Liu Bai's wedding day.
Red candles, a red room, red lips.
The infatuated pair embrace and caress each other in the room, her lips trembling softly.
He gazes into the girl's hazy eyes, then suddenly stops.
A sharp sword has pierced his chest.
I have three things I hope you'll remember.
The girl smiles sweetly, but pushes the sword another inch deeper.
First, today is the fifteenth day of the first month in the twentieth year of Daoyuan.
Second, don't forget who you are.
She pauses there, her words growing hesitant and evasive.
Third, I love you.
