[Threading Books - No Heroine] Carrying a piece of writing paper, I travel backwards through time and space, witnessing loyalty in the beacon smoke of Yangzhou, touching ideals under the original autumn wind, catching a glimpse of love in the chivalry of rivers and lakes, facing the way of heaven in the sadomasochistic love of immortals, passing on the fire of my family and country in the humiliation of the late Qing Dynasty, and finally understanding the illusion of obsession in the dream of the Red Mansions. I have been persistent in rewriting tragedies, but I have been trapped in regrets many times. It was not until the end that I realized that the true meaning of going against fate is not to reverse the trajectory, but to stick to the original intention in the established destiny, and let the faith of kindness, loyalty, courage and hope flow across time and space. All regrets are medals, and all perseverance is the way of heaven.
