Qianyu is hidden in the fog, and people say it is a country shrouded in mist.
Unknowingly, they met and got to know each other in that white foggy place, and then composed a moving story that belonged to them. And that story is like the familiar fog being cut into mottled mirror images by the dull sunlight, quietly leaving a line of imprints on the scroll of time, blurry and clear...
Did you hear that? Who said that Dew Late Spring is the beautiful legend you left to me. Did you see it? And who slowly stretched out a warm hand in the main hall of Kirigakure Palace...