Eleven years of dreams, sleeping in a locust tree.
Waking up from the nightmare, Xu Yao thought she should hate him. She glanced at Gao Tang's clothes with a cold look, then held a knife to her side. After walking through the rivers and lakes, she found that she had no longer had any resentment towards her previous life.
"Then you have seen the fireworks in the capital, the beautiful branches beside the waterside pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, the bustling three thousand people on the ancient ferry in Lin'an, and the solitary smoke and rainbow on the sandbanks in the desert."
"No."
"Then what did you see?"
"I have seen the beggars nesting on the edge of the city in the bustling capital, the refugees staggering on the wilderness road, the city broken and their families destroyed, the bright eyes full of blood and tears, and the handful of white chrysanthemums beside the ancient ferry on the yellow sand."
Her eyes became determined, and the stars in her eyes were dazzling.
"So here I am," she said.
Someone swept through Broken Qiong and Luanyu and came with a gun.
He said: "What do you want, Xu Yao?"
"I want Shen Feng to be calm and watchful, and Hai Yan and the river to be clear."
The stars are bright, the world is graceful, and the starlight in the sky is shining down on the world.
"There are thousands of stars, but none of them belong to me."
"There are thousands of stars, Xu Yao, I want to be the star that belongs to you."
Intention: Shen Feng is quiet and watchful, Haiyan and the river are clear