In the southwest of the heaven, there is a big house transformed by clouds. There is a very young girl inside. She is me. My name is Yun Xue. I am only six years old this year. My father's name is Yun Song. He is the god in charge of clouds. However, for some reason, he moved to this desolate place in the heaven. On weekdays, there is no trace of the dragon. Since I was a child, I have liked to sit alone on the edge of the sky, watching the sun rise from the east to the west, sitting blankly all day long. At night, I would use the spell given by my father to make some mottled clouds, which turned into burning clouds. Looking at the clouds under my feet, their faces reddened by the sun, I feel warm all over my body, like my mother's arms. Although, I never knew anything about my mother.