So I Meet the Truth

The mist locks the cold branches, and someone stands on tiptoe to take a closer look—— The shadows of the flowers swaying in the haze, are they bright and eye-catching, or are the remaining petals stained with mud? Whether it is true or false has long been reduced to a mystery by the water vapor. It's like looking up to chase the moon among the clouds. Just when the fingertips are about to touch the clear light, the evening wind blows and the cloud shadows spread over the moon. After all, it is a light that cannot be grasped, and a trace cannot be kept. All that is left is a handful of broken dreams, as thin as someone's shaken gauze, which disperses in the wind. This book is also known as [Luohe's Suicide Note].