The mountain city of Chongqing is tightly wrapped in dense fog as thick as cotton wool, like a mysterious island, completely cut off from the noise and light of the outside world. The surface of the river is like a mirror shrouded in fog, hazy and unclear. The low and rhythmic calls of the trackers float slowly from the depths of the fog, as if flowing from the ancient river bed of the long river. With the vicissitudes and weight of history, they slowly echo in the dense fog and hit people's hearts again and again.
Beautifully written, good plot, compact