He also wanted to treat that person and Da Zi Ming Palace as nothing more than a dream, as his brothers said. In that dream, he experienced love, hate, resentment, separation, not being able to get what he wanted, and all kinds of emotions. But he couldn't bear it. Yes, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to let go of the sadness that showed on those thick and flamboyant eyebrows because of him; he couldn't let go of every word he said to him, good or bad; he couldn't let go of every scenery we had enjoyed together, he was the scenery in his eyes, and so did he; he couldn't let go of the only touch of color in his plain life, which decorated his endless years from now on.