Amid the misty rain of Jiangnan, this was destined to be a heartbreakingly beautiful feast.
One woman stitched her longing for a lost loved one into the threads deep within her secluded home. Another spent the rest of her life painting old faces amid Jiangnan’s drifting rain. Between them lay a rain that would never end, a lifetime of longing, and a lifetime of missed chances.
“A Ning, I’ll wait for you in Jiangnan in our next life. I’ll paint for no one but you.”
