"They all think you are a bad guy," Ji Xiangci threw the team jacket on his head to block the cold wind of winter night, "Do you think so too?"
"I don't know..."
"You're not." Ji Xiangci's voice came from above his head, muffled but firm. "There is no such thing as a broom star."
"There is no such thing as a broom star, it is a comet. And I am the one who has waited for seventy-six years and finally waited for you to crash into my orbit."
Intention: Clear the dark clouds and you will always see the clear sky