This is a story about waiting, this is a story about waiting.
In the small Jiuwan, people come and go, and no one wants to stay too long. Only the old houses humming in the wind and the silent old people are left, witnessing the decline of this place. But here, there is Lu Yihan.
Her hands touched every tree here, her feet walked across every inch of the land, and every face here was engraved in her heart...
The sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes, year after year.
There are fewer and fewer people in the village, and there are more and more trees in Lingshan Mountain.
But where are you?
I have no idea.
But you must know that no matter when, no matter where, no matter the sea turns into mulberry fields, no matter the mountains and rivers turn into flat land, I will wait for you in the morning sun...