Sun Conspiracy

The shadows of the candles on the mica screen are deep, and the stars are gradually sinking over the long river. If Chang'e hadn't stolen the elder's medicine, it would be difficult for Hou Yi to become an immortal. I have spent hundreds of lives grinding my heart into a clear mirror, and spent thousands of years wandering around in the mortal world. The clouds and clear skies wax and wane again, and the blue sea and blue sky fill my heart every night.