Sleeve the world, mourning melody

Yi Mo [sitting on the ground, tearing the petals]: Nian'er doesn't want me because of her family... Ling Cheng [grabs the flower and continues to pull]: Yi'er doesn't take me seriously... Yi Mo [turns her head] ]: Your Majesty, then we are about the same.Ling Cheng [gets up, smashes the stem and leaf on her head, snorts coldly]: Who is similar to you! (Heart sighs: If only I were you...)