I have always felt that the rain in Nanchang is heavier than elsewhere.
The water vapor from the Gan River is wrapped in the steam from the earthen pot soup, making the whole city hazy. You can't tell whether it's fog or whose tears it is.
My name is Liu Yi.
Gen Yiren was born at the foot of Qishan Mountain and grew up listening to the rain in western Ganxi. Later I went to Nanchang and stayed there for twelve years.
In twelve years, I met two women.
One said to me: "Liu Yi, I love you and you are free."
Another said to me: "Liu Yi, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
I chose the former.
Because I think freedom is more valuable than love.
Later I learned that some freedom is gained by the other party sitting through the prison for you.
