This is a gorgeous and indulgent confrontation, in which love and hate are mixed with embarrassment and exhaustion, and the inaccessible temperature, scheming, and conspiracy can lead to success every step of the way. Whose success or failure? Whose fault is it? The graceful memory was condensed into a piece of black jade. I swallowed the leftovers after the feast alone, with a smile like a flower, and walked alone in the street.