The three realms bowed their heads, and the four wildernesses paid homage. What she wants is to be alone, or to live up to her original aspirations. Once the storm rises, the grand plan of ten thousand years will be in vain. She never understood him. Whether it was his silent eyes in the sunset that year, or his lonely embrace in the infinite abyss later. The grievances and hatreds of the past life are ultimately just an old dream.