Han Yixin nodded without any hesitation.

Wen Qing smiled slightly and asked

"Do you know Cui Hu's seven-character quatrain?"

Han Yixin thought for a while and shook her head. She had never been able to appreciate Chinese poetry.

"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze."

As Wen Qing chanted ...