In Xiawuling, there are a group of mud-legged people who thrive in nature, chasing the wind and swallows. They are a group of beautiful young people, and that is their life. I am just a person who left my hometown. I escaped from that place and wanted to see the sea and what was on the other side of the mountain. The seeds of dandelions had already set sail and went straight to the sky.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
