It was the time when the new rain had just begun to fall and the apricot blossoms were in full bloom. The clouds and mist on Shangui Lake were thicker than before. The apricot forest beside the lake was as red as fire. Suddenly, a man holding a paper umbrella walked out of the clouds and mist on the lake. His clothes were whiter than snow, and his three thousand ink hair was spread freely. The paper umbrella was tilted slightly, which happened to cover his face, leaving only a hint of teasing smile at the corner of his lips. The raindrops created tiny ripples on the lake. He kept his gaze straight and walked lightly, as if he were walking on flat ground. Until he reached the shore, the toes of his shoes did not get wet at all.