When the fog in the south of the Yangtze River clears, there are lotuses growing in the waves. One is the cold young lady who hides her sharp edge in the deep house, and the other is the bright guest who crashes into her life. From then on, they listen to the wind under the eaves and share their thoughts at the desk, turning the obscure thoughts in the troubled world into moonlight that belongs to each other.
Intention: When the mist clears, the two trees stand together, and the dream of home and country unfolds.