Caption: Shen Zaiye, the journey I have walked with you is like a long sandstorm.
They say you are a traitor, a clay figure trapped in the swamp of the court. But I have seen you staring at the old things in the Xie Mansion late at night, and felt your palpitations when you were stung by the past. You always say that you don't care that the world accuses you of being cold, but the heat hidden in your cold bones and blood is obviously hotter than anyone else.
I once said that it is tiring to be friends with people like you. But I know that you have used all your strength to crush yourself, so that the light can shine where it should. The hardships you have endured for the redress of your grievances and the path you have fought for poor students, which one is not brushing away the dust for this world?
Now that the play has come to the end, you can also take a break. The mud and the injuries will all remain in the story. If there is an afterlife, I hope you can be the high-spirited and ambitious young man of the Xie family again, okay?