Rain Falls on the Swing, Blossoms Climb the Wall

Rain beats on the swing as flowers spill over the wall; a young man stands atop Qingyun Mountain.

A cup of wine, the fragrance of fruit; in a dream, he drifts through life, drunk with love.

This story originally belonged to Liang Shui, but she wrote a little and then left it aside. I thought that was such a shame, so I decided to continue it with another author, [the sister who insists I keep her name secret]. In other words, two people will be writing this story together, though updates will still be irregular...

The story's original subject matter was different from what it is now. I've made some cuts and changes, so let's leave it at that for now.