An archaeological accident left Ye Heng, a fighter and a female doctor, dead.
I spent many days in despair, to no avail.
On a warm and breezy afternoon, she found a piece of clean grass in front of her desolate palace, lay down in silence, looked at the clear blue sky, and thought about her dark future. She squeezed her skinny little arms and legs, suppressed the roaring desire, and calmly tortured the God of Destiny: In this deceptive and troubled world, what should I do to live more happily?