Floating city in March, drizzle lingering.
The red sails of the restaurant were flying, and the bluestone floor exuded the smell of grass stems. The carriage ticked away, and the driver's timeless face could still be vaguely seen in the rain.
"Lan Lan, we must live well." The driver shouted against the rain.
Click, click, click, and there are black carriages coming one after another in the distance. Those carriages are full of cold air. If you look closely, there seems to be a black shadow lingering. They are coming quickly, but there are no horsemen. The lingering water vapor of the drizzle is getting more and more hazy. Looking from a distance, the carriage driven by the driver seems to be placed in the misty Penglai.
"Lanlan..."
In this glitzy and misty world, she thought she would die. Fortunately, she met him...