Mo Wei had a city in her heart, a city of mornings and dusk, so she was stuck in these mornings and dusk and could never get out.
The small town in the early morning was shrouded in mist, and she looked as graceful as a bride wearing a veil. The morning sun slowly rose from the river and shone on the dewdrops on the hibiscus branches. The dewdrops rolled and rolled in the sunshine, and accidentally rolled into the river, waking up the fishing boats, the fishermen's songs, the vendors, and the bride smiled.
The small town at dusk was half-hidden in the orange sunset. The setting sun covered the bluestones, green mountains, green water, and even Ke Tong with this warm color. It immediately captivated the girl's eyes. From then on, there was a city in her heart, where one person lived and one person was trapped...