For decades, Lu Jinghong had a recurring dream: dreaming about copper bells under the eaves, dreaming about bluestone brick roads in the mountains, and rust-red Buddhist niches holding white dragons, as gentle as jade.
Holding a green lantern in his hand, he stepped through the brick steps, chasing the gorgeous red umbrella. Under the umbrella, the girl's white and slender ankle was tied with a bell. The bell seemed to be mute and made no sound, but he still chased after it mysteriously...