Gu Huaizhi carried it three times. The first time he was as light as mist, the second time he said "Follow me", and the third time he was so transparent that it was almost impossible to hold it. The fourth time they kissed, there was blood and tears. At the end of the fifth light, Cheng Yu asked him if he regretted meeting him. He said he had no regrets.
Back to reality it snowed that day. The companions stayed at the door, and they walked back home through the wind and snow.
Three months later, the little eye in the palm of my hand lit up again.
The door opened again.
Concept: When fate is on the gambling table, how should ordinary people live for themselves?