The harbor city is foggy all year round, and Wutong Mountain hides secrets that no one knows about.
A letter that has nowhere to be delivered, and a lily of the valley that withers away in an instant, are the hidden love she has hidden for half her life.
Time has worn her temples white, old dreams linger in the cold nights, cigarettes and coughing are her silent obsessions.
The old friend fell into a dream and was speechless for years.
