How Can Floating Life Be Like a Dream?

The endgame of a game that has lasted for tens of millions of years, quietly waiting for the opponent to come and continue the unfinished game. But it was buried by layers of petals and disappeared from the memory of all living beings. My heart has been tortured several times, chasing after the unattainable hope, ignoring my own burden. I want to fulfill that small wish even if my heart is broken to pieces. How can a fruitless marriage, three people bound by two red threads, and three complex emotions continue? Is it to let go or to be entangled until death? If life is like a dream, then what kind of life should we choose to dream? Is the ten thousand years of chasing for the unfinished chess game, or for the love that I don't want to let go? What attitude exists between belief and disbelief? In the face of the truth, he once chose to believe it, but how will he choose now? Feng Xiu said: "No matter whether you did something wrong or not, I believe you, I truly believe you." And Ji Lan said: "I want to know what kind of monster she is since she is not a human being?" She smiled sadly, "In the end, I still can't bear to hurt you. Wangyue, why are you always so heartless towards me? Since you don't love me, why do you still give me hope? Give me a chance to fantasize?"