Sipping a pot of sake in Huayin, savoring the smoke of the past, right and wrong...
My name is Duqing, and I am the fragrance of the lily of the valley when it blooms. I listen to the faint sound of water in the valley, enjoy the hazy starlight in the deep, and wander through a hundred years of loneliness. That day I met her. She was dressed in plain white. Facing the dim light at the mouth of the valley, she rolled up her clothes and squatted down gently...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
