A beautiful gold-painted bone fan. There are no small bridges and mountains and rivers on the fan, no E, yellow, Wei and purple, no birds, beasts, insects and butterflies.
There is only one actor.
——Are you Li You or Du Shengge? Or is there an identity I don't know about?
——I am whoever you think I am. As time goes by, I am getting tired.
The wind shatters the moon in the lake, and the dendrobium laughs and the bell sounds late. Xinglang has no sleep, and Qingyi has no intention of returning.
——Actually, you and I are both actors.