Old Stories from Chinese Years - Who Was I After I Was Born?

Wedge This is a Chinese dream! When will you wake up? I always fantasize that when I wake up, there must be a pair of his eyes next to me, and when I wake up, there will only be a pair of his eyes in the world. When I really woke up, I realized that he was a pair of eyes that only appeared in dreams, looking at my loneliness and my insanity. I am neither willing to wake up nor rest assured to fall asleep, and I linger in the past events of my past years dream by dream. A dream of a thousand years, a day of youth, which one is longer or shorter? Country, country, country, confidante, who is less important and who is more important? Keeping the ever-changing promise, looking forward to the day we meet again, we pass by each other while searching. When we meet again, we are already by the Forgotten River... Please don't think it is just a sequel. In a time and space that can be distorted, stagnated, or even traveled through, who is the beginning? Who is the end? As a writer, I can only say one thing to the readers: "Don't be obsessed with when and where the story ends. Because this entanglement between the princes and dragons for honor, dominance, responsibility, and love, whether it ends or not is a foregone conclusion...