Flowers Drift Away, Water Flows On

When Xie Yi'an died, no one knew. After her death, no one asked after her, either. She had walked through life alone, coming and going by herself. Across the vast world, not a single family record bore her name. After death, she became a wisp of lingering obsession, wandering the world year after year in search of her origins. Until one day, she heard voices calling out beside her ear. Who was calling her name? Again and again. She followed the voices, soaring toward them... Everything was as if she had just awoken from a dream.