In Jing Qing's manor in the mountains on the border, he gradually couldn't tell what was real. Why did the person he loved and the person he hated have the same face? Why are people around me behaving so strangely? Why is that pen always with me? Why do I sleep longer and longer? Under the sea of clouds in the southeast, is the truth still the truth?
Intention: There are always people who will bear the burden and move forward for the sake of peace and tranquility in the years.
