Occasionally I wonder how I spent the past twenty-five years, as if I was in a state of intoxication and drifting out of my twenty-five years. Everything about Nangong Ling is just a passing cloud to me. My love for him was once a desperate and irrational sacrifice, but no matter how deep my love is, it will be delayed by him bit by bit. My fantasy of love was also torn apart bit by bit by this real life and Nangong Ling in reality, and was finally completely shattered. But my father's beating, my mother's abandonment, my relatives' use, my friends' betrayal, my imprisonment, Nangong Ling's revenge, and my guilt for Shiying's death should all go away with Baiyun Cangju, and everything about me should be like the rising sun, with all my desires and beliefs to start over.