In the midsummer when she was sixteen years old, the sunset reflected the water of the Bailu River, and the river emitted a light white smoke under the sunset. Jiang Nuan leaned on Zhou Han's shoulder and looked at the continuous purple milkvetch on both sides of the Bailu River. At that moment, she felt as if she had become Alice and entered Wonderland.
At the age of twenty-five, they came to Ferry No. 5 Again. Jiang Nuan said: Zhou Han, God is not willing to help you, so stop pestering and forget about it.