These days, His Majesty the King spends more time sitting on a chair in front of the window and quietly looking into the distance. Watch the distant mountains disappear into the horizon, watch the sun rise in the east and set in the west. Sometimes throughout the day, only the shadow would walk very slowly in a circle behind him, disappear, and then lengthen again when the candles were turned on at night, beating and disappearing again. The king lay on that chair, wrapped in a thin cashmere blanket, and closed his eyes gently. No one would ever know what he was thinking. He sighed in the darkness, and then his breathing became longer.