At Yinshi, the eyelashes of the person in the curtain trembled slightly, his eyes were about to open and close, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was pale. The wool blanket sent from Beijiang fell to the ground, but the person on the bed paid no attention to it. Years and months passed by, and Xia Wuzi didn't know how many years he had slept and how many lives he had experienced. Finally, I have to wake up slowly, face the vast world, and start over.