Love runs deep, love cuts close; a little tale of love carries true affection forward. Love is hard to find, hard to seek; across a dreamlike sea of love, true hearts sail on. I sigh at myself and laugh at others: where is that clear sea of love? Love is a dream, love is an illusion; across a dreamlike sea of love, the pen can roam freely. At the edge of the world, there is a city called Dream City. It has two districts, one called Mengda and the other Hexi, and a university called Huan. This story takes place in Dream City.
