Qian Wuyou's life was ordinary, until that accident blew away the boundary between her and the world.
The soul lifted lightly and fell into a foreign land. The moonlight is cool, and the wind carries a strange fragrance. Half asleep and half awake, she picked up the name Qian Wuyou. Wu is the Wutong tree, carrying the texture of another life.
When he opened his eyes again, his body was still the same, but his mind and soul had changed. She mistakenly thought that she had returned under the name "Qian Wuyou" and had become a guest in Qian Wuyou's life. She used her eyes that were not her own to re-examine the four seasons that this body had experienced: the chirping of cicadas in her childhood, the cold rain in her youth, and the pain of growing up. They were all like borrowed scenery, and even the eyebrows in the mirror were separated by a layer of mist.
But the wind and rain of fate never show mercy. Those hidden reefs of growth and the showers of life still hit the bones and blood of "Qian Wuyou" one after another. She staggered in the wind and rain, but every time she fell and got up again, she touched the most primitive pulse deep in her soul - what was hidden in that beating was clearly "worry-free", not "wuyou".
It turns out that wandering in another world is just a long self-questioning; the misrecognized name is just a thin shirt worn by the soul when it is looking for a path. When the illusion shattered as she woke up, she finally heard the undoubted voice in her heart: "I am Qian Wuyou."
It's not someone's shadow, nor is it the reverberation of another world, it's just the only owner of this body and this period of life. She withdrew from the illusory mirror image and fell back into her own body completely with a sobriety tempered by the wind and rain.
This accident finally allowed her to recognize the only one herself among all the possibilities. Return to your place without worries, everything will be as before.
