The Stranger Is Like Jade, the Young Master Is Unparalleled in the World

In the hustle and bustle of the world, he and I met unexpectedly on a drizzly morning. It was an old bluestone road, winding between white walls and black tiles. The drizzle is like silk, covering this ordinary street with a veil, adding a bit of poetry. I held an oil-paper umbrella and walked in the rainy alley, completely intoxicated with the scenery of Jiangnan. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.