Thousands of fallen leaves and rocks in the mountains are thin, and the soft intestines are full of sorrow.
A story about Yanyu City in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is no dainty noob, no scheming male protagonist, no rich supporting actor, no femme fatale mistress.
The serene-looking woman and the calm and restrained man met, got to know each other, and fell in love as calmly as water in March in the south of the Yangtze River.
Among thousands of people, neither a step early nor a step late, we met and said to each other: So you are here too.