In this city, there are still a group of people wandering, there are still people who are continuing the culture that has been left behind by the times, and there are still people who are starting a love that can only be hidden from others. Years ago, together with eleven literary and artistic young people with different personalities but the same blood flowing through poetry, they secretly built an old city in the group, a paradise where they could splash ink on the landscape and watch the floating clouds. However, the appearance of a painter broke the tranquility and he became the thirteenth member of the group. Is it fate that the silent, melancholy and forbearing painter and Nian's aloofness are destined to end in misfortune? An, who narrated this story in a calm tone and watched with cold eyes, is he and Nian just friends, or is there an unknown throbbing in his heart? ...