In the hazy mist of Jiangnan, this is destined to be a poignant and beautiful feast.
One is embroidering the longing for the old friend into silk thread in the inner courtyard of the deep house, and the other is spending the rest of his life painting the old appearance in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Between them, separated by an endless rain, they miss each other all their lives and miss each other all their lives.
"Aning, in the next life, I will wait for you in Jiangnan and be your only painter."
