Qi Yaoyang thought Yun Ling was her, the lover who had been entangled with him all his life. They were so in love, so familiar, yet so strange? It's as if something in life has been wiped out. Everything is always in the clouds.
Yun Ling said, I love him, I love him, I must love him!
She said, well, what about me? How do I choose?