My name is Su Xiaocan. Oh no! My name is Jin Mo, and I used to be Su Xiaocan for a while.
Looking back. . . . . . Everything is so unbelievably real, but yet as confusing and illusory as Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly. Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or Zhuang Zhou a dream of a butterfly? Su Xiaocan. . . Brocade and ink. . . God's joke creates a strange nightmare in life. . . . . .
I was sighing, but asked what time is it now?