[Republic of China｜Misty Rain in Jiangnan｜Tenderness and Toughness x Gloomy City｜Reality]
She was a duckweed by the Wuxi River, pushed by the wind and drifted into the brightly lit cage. He gave her a name, gave her a roof over her head, and weaved a gentle web for her. She thought it was her destination, but later she realized that some people's approach had a price tag on it from the beginning.
He said that they were entangled for life and life, but they left in the blink of an eye. She asked him if he had ever been sincere to her, but he just buried his face in her shoulder, as if he was afraid that he would break if he let go.
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a girl's growth and farewell. Duckweed has no roots, but it has drifted across thousands of rivers and mountains.
