Xie Zhiye had a dream.
In the dream, the green mountains were covered with snow, and it was dark and gloomy. There is no sound between heaven and earth, and few colors can be seen clearly.
Xie Zhiye knelt in the snow, breathing shallowly, his vision blurred, and his body was covered with snow.
He only heard himself say,
He was my teacher, but not just my teacher.
Intention: Hmm hmm