Shen Yanyan, an embroidery girl from the Jiangnan Weaving Department, always has the same dream on full moon nights. In her dream, there was a red-hot river flower. The young master in a moon-white gown held half a bronze bookmark and said to her: "When the spring river turns green again, I will take this lot in exchange for your eyes." On her eighteenth birthday, the "Spring River Picture" she embroidered suddenly oozed cinnabar tears, and the silk thread automatically woven the three words "Tingchao Pavilion" on the cloth. That night, an ice coffin floated on the Suzhou River. The woman in the coffin was covered with jade rings on her fingers. The silk thread stuck between her fingernails was exactly the same as the Su embroidery thread Shen Yanyan was used to.
