We are always chasing things that we can't get, just like looking at the moon in the sky. The less we chase, the more persistent we become. One thought becomes a demon, and eventually it binds itself in a cocoon, drawing the ground as a prison. Lin Yue is filled with hopeless and paranoid dreams again and again. . . After things have changed, it is best not to see each other again. About the swords and shadows in the arena, about the power conspiracy in the court, and about our passion in the arena. There may be some surprises and tragedies, but I will write well and never give up.