Women are like red sleeves, enchanting and good at dancing. Men are like orchids, leisurely and fragrant.
In the past twenty years, Ning Yushu had already accepted his fate that one day he would be lost in the light entanglement of red sleeves. Even if it was better, it would only be a few more entanglements of red sleeves.
Late one night in the 21st year, with the pattering outside the window, Yushu could not help but burst into tears as she listened to Ji Zhilan singing the song "Zhilan Cries", feeling her love begin to dawn in a trance.
Bathing in the fragrance of Zhilan calms the mind for a long time, forgets the body, nourishes the mind, feels contented, and gradually enters a better state, floating but not awakening.