By the Mushui River under the north and south walls of the city, she leaned over and put down an unlit lotus lantern, which contained dreams that were both true and false.
On the boat at the end of the lotus, he stood alone in white clothes, waving his paper fan gently, but his eyes were burned by the dull lotus lamp.
She was originally a ray of obsession, but she was able to use the art of dream-building to continue her life, build beautiful dreams, and stay in her youthful years.
Before he met her, he always felt that his ordinary life was boring. Ever since he met the crying little girl under the north city wall with her face covered in mud, he couldn't help but want to protect her. There was no time in his life that could be measured, but as he watched that stubborn and kind-hearted little girl grow up and experience her life, he somehow wanted to add his own touch to her life. Later, he became increasingly dissatisfied. It was not until he watched her being forced by her biological father to fall into the Mushui River that he realized that he could not imagine how unbearable the rest of his life would be without her.
He worked hard to condense her into a ray of obsession, forgetting his past life, and living carefree by the Mushui River.
But he was still not satisfied. He wanted the warmth of holding her in his arms...
A piece of yellowed ink on the desk fell to the ground, and it was written one stroke at a time: I have three thoughts: one hundred hibiscus, one hundred hibiscus, one hundred hibiscus.