Dreaming of Landing in Victoria Harbor, Not Seeing the Crow When I Return

As I dream every night, I glimpse the life of another girl in Hong Kong in the 1990s. Dreams and reality are connected with life and death. When she died in the rainy night in the alley, I also suffered the same pain of dying. Once the soul crossed the old Xiangjiang River, I took over her body and stepped into the mingling of fish and dragons...