Jiangnan in March.
Now I am just an orphan without a father and a mother, and I am no longer the aloof, golden princess. I escaped from the seemingly splendid and noble palace but was actually ugly and hypocritical, and came to the misty and rainy water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Standing on the bank of the Yangtze River, watching the rolling water, and the free and fresh air blowing in, I felt that I was truly alive.