She was born in a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River. The only extraordinary thing she did in her life was that at a dusk, her white skin with long inky hair was nestled on the sea-blue desk. The trembling of her eyelashes stirred the silence deep in her heart.
A secret love plot that did not belong to a woman who was so indifferent to her was finally killed by her own hands three years later. The only difference is that there is a photo of a handsome man left on the ocean blue desk.
Many years later, she stopped in a familiar ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, closing her eyes and listening to the soft sound of rain touching the plain white umbrella. When she opened her eyes again, there was a man she had longed for day and night.
"Am I dreaming..."
"No, I'm looking for my dream..."