Yun Qing turned his back to He Xuan. The moonlight flowed into the paper window through the snowy plum trees in the courtyard, covering his shoulders softly. This goose-yellow light seemed extremely warm in the long cold winter night, like a reflection broken by ripples in the Tianchi. After a long time, he spoke, and his originally gentle and touching voice was too hoarse: "I have made many mistakes in this life, and the worst of them was that I received her kindness by the Qingzhuo Spring and healed my eyes. Then I opened my eyes, and everything reflected in my pupils was her image." So. From now on, I can no longer see anyone else. But it's a pity. After three lifetimes of entanglement, she has never belonged to me, so I have not only given her freedom, but also understood my own heart."