Where does this story begin and where does it end?
Whose story is this, his story, or mine?
I muddleheadedly embarked on a path that ordinary people could not believe in their whole lives. Ever since the tomb robbery had an accident, it was this accident that allowed me to uncover the tip of the iceberg of some things, but it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Wherever my heart goes, they are all rivers and lakes.
Nine years of lanterns in the rivers and lakes overnight, all three rivers are filled with dreams.
