Sometimes I often imagine that I might be a wisp of smoke, a weightless shadow, even more pale and heavy because I have been burdened with too many bleak pasts of others. Maybe I am just a shadow of my father. One day my father will suddenly appear and say: "Zhuyin, you can leave..."
Maybe I can stretch my body that has been cold for many years, shed the paleness, and return to a wisp of smoke, a shadow, which will eventually dissipate under the care of the sun.
Fahai from Green Snake is really handsome, really handsome~~~