I spent the first thousand years after Mo Yuan's soul passed waiting, feeling anxious and upset. Each night I hoped that I might dream of him so I could ask him when he was coming back. Each night before I went to sleep, I would make sure this question was in my heart. I would think it over five or six times so that the words were firmly in my mind. I was afraid that seeing Mo Yuan in the dream would overwhelm me with emotion and cause me to forget my question. But I never had this dream, and the idea gradually started to fade from my mind.

I had thought so hard about this old question that when I finally had the dream after seventy thousand years, the question was still so firmly in my mind that I was finally able to ask it.

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