He once gave me a grand illusion, making me think that I was someone else's shadow.
Later I realized that I was the source of his love and hate, and the dream he had been searching for for half his life.
When he pointed his sharp blade at the crystallization of our love, I chose to let "Su Wan" die completely in his world.
Five years is enough time for the prey to become the hunter.
On the day they reunited, he bowed his head in front of thousands of people, crying and repenting.
And I just gently brushed the dust off his shoulders and smiled lightly:
"Mr. Fu, it would be too shameful to mourn a phantom for too long..."
