That day the clouds moved from south to north, the Yangtze River at my feet moved from east to west, and the children on the dock jumped from the water's edge into the water.
All these were in Shen Nan'an's eyes. He watched everything above, below, left and right as if with insight. The cries, the sound of water, and the whistle of the ship were all in his ears and in his heart.
He just turned a blind eye to the loud-voiced woman in front of him. There were two eyes on the tip of his heart, and its gaze was like a compass, swinging and dazzling.
His field of vision seemed to turn into a circle, suddenly projected on his heart, and the middle position was empty and pitch black. There was Dafen - a place that no one cared about before Shen Nan'an met her.