God, I thought I was the son of the plane chosen by you, with the mission of saving the world of Red Mansions.
But I was wrong.
I am a bad student when it comes to reading.
When it comes to learning martial arts, I'm a softie.
In business, I am an idiot.
In politics, I am a weakling.
I discovered that after that thunder, nothing changed except that two cowardly and incompetent souls merged into one.
I am still me, the useless me!
Sky! Do you want me to have a big dream just to watch the story of the Red Mansion repeat itself?
You want me to watch the jade belt hanging on the branch again, and watch the golden hairpin buried in the deep snow again?
You want me to watch the Zhongshan wolf once again bite the golden boudoir willow, and let me watch the embroidered house girl lying alone next to the ancient Buddha with green lantern?
I don't want to see the east wind blowing thousands of miles away but a dream is far away, nor do I want to see the water of the Xiangjiang River passing by and Chu Yunfei flying away.
But what can I do?
What can be changed?
What is the point of my coming here?
Concept: We are all puppets controlled by fate. No one can change anyone, and no one can save anyone.