A young master's temper is a beggar's life. Speaking of irony.

The past separated by time accidentally broke the ripples of the heart lake, and the scattered time had already buried the joy and moistened the brilliance of the corner of the eye. Some beauties, though disappointed by the fleeting time, are still tender and bright in their memories. No matter how time changes, gently twisting a tender feeling of pure lotus will still blow my heart away at first sight. I have no regrets, my heart does not change, and my thoughts do not change.