Life is really uncertain, like dandelion seeds, they may drift to where they will go. Until the day of death, everything remains uncertain.
Maybe until death, there are still variables. The theory of ghosts and gods is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Just like Yu Rong, her life is just an accidental mutation, or it is destined. It is difficult to say clearly in the end, and there is no need to say it clearly in the end... Just like Lou Min, just like Gui Ying, just like Lu Chaoqing, just like Wang Qianjun... Just like a life of entanglement and entanglement.
Is there an end? Maybe now is the end. Maybe the last is now.
Cherish, treasure.