Mengshang and I have been fooling around in the world for many years. She fabricated dreams to cheat people into drinking, and in her spare time she would talk to me about the common people who dreamed of dreams, with eyes full of ridicule.
The beauty had no time to express her admiration and saw her youth shattered; the old lover Hongyi immediately entered the other house with a betrothal gift; the childhood sweetheart Qingmei sat in the wedding sedan, but he was just a congratulatory colleague.
All these things are just regrets when they are lost. They are precious only when they are not gained, and most regrettable. It's innocuous to me, but it's invisible.
So there is this painting soul pavilion that can paint things, events, people and bones, and all kinds of things.
---Empty Soul
Intention: Accept shortcomings