Xi Mo: He is as elegant as an immortal, and his white shirt floats without the wind. Talented, yet independent. Coldness and arrogance, being arrogant because of loneliness, being cold because of being arrogant, being even more lonely because of being cold. Being alone, loneliness is inherent and has already been integrated into the soul. It's not that he's indifferent to worldly sentiments, it's not that he's cold-blooded, it's not that he's heartless. How can he be able to win over the world when everything is the same and under control? Without him, what else can make him smile. Without him, what would be the point of him coming to this mortal world and walking in the turbid sewage of this world of mortals?
The dream sinks: Everyone in the world has greed, joy, anger, love, hatred, ignorance, anger, and madness, either seeking fame, profit, health, or peace. What does he ask for? I have seen the past life, the red hairpin has fallen, the past is deserted, he is the back of the green lantern in the ancient temple promising three lives and three lives, he is the stunning beauty stained with blood in the rivers and lakes. Except for him, who knows about the wandering of his soul in that life?