Humanity said: "Everyone only knows that there is a Purple Luan in the world. They don't know where it is or who its owner is, but they all know that it can repair everything. However, people can only repair one thing in their life. They don't ask for a lot of money. They just need to exchange a memory of the past life or this life. If it is not true, then you can't find it even if you search the world."
It seems that I have been guarding Zi Luan since the beginning of my life, but I have been searching for a person, or a memory, throughout my life. Even if I don't remember everything, I still remember that person. I just have a few recurring dreams: The person is sitting on the gold-lacquered dragon throne in the palace. His black hair is like a waterfall, and his white clothes are like snow. He looks like a demon or a fairy. He lazily holds his head and calls me softly. His smile is as bright as a child who has eaten candy...
There was also the look of the man lying on the yellow sand field, still dressed in white, but stained with large swaths of bright red by the shock of blood, but he still smiled brightly and gracefully to himself. I cried and hugged him gently, and he said: "I can let Ali cry for me once in this life. It is worth dying. You have smiled at so many people, but you have only cried for me. Silly girl, live a good life with Zi Luan..."
I don't know who that person is, but I still feel inexplicable sadness, sadness that goes deep into my bones. He seems to be engraved on my lifeline, indelible. I had to take Zi Luan with me to see all kinds of people in the world. For something that represented sadness or happiness, I walked into Zi Luan and exchanged memories with me. This may be the only intersection between me and the world.