Five years have passed, and Jiang Jie still thinks of Ouyang Wei, who was as brilliant as a sunflower, and of the prosperous years when the imperial city was rooted in the north. Such thoughts are sincere and deep-rooted. The clear light of the cold moon soothed his beloved wife to sleep peacefully. Jiang Jie once again suffered from insomnia and fell into an inextricable fantasy, fantasizing about meeting Ouyang Wei again, fantasizing about a trip to deep mountains and far waters, fantasizing about being burned with Ouyang Wei in the starry night wind. He was not mentally cheating, but he had never been faithful. He only had countless regrets and apologies for the wife around him, and used marriage to make up for the lack of love. This time, he was terribly wrong.