Before Qinghua appeared, I followed Sulan in a daze, passing who knows how many years. There were enough of them for a dynasty to rise and fall. My fate was like a chessboard where black and white battled: I was a black piece, yet found myself surrounded by white. By the time I broke through, I could no longer tell what color I was. When I was by Sulan's side, I knew nothing of love or desire, living in a chaos like that at the beginning of creation. But when Qinghua took me to the thirty-sixth heaven, far removed from the mortal world, it was as if I had suddenly been enlightened, and understood it all. To be heartless where there is love, and to seek love where there is none: I find it exhausting.
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