Lin Qiu had longed for it so much. Peace in turbulent times. Purple smoke. Camellia. Suitcase. War. It's everything that makes her up. She seemed to be dismembered. Later it was reassembled. Zhou Bai said to her. Many things in the past will disappear. Will be false. I will always wait for you. Lin Qiu couldn't be more sober. What was Zhou Bai referring to. When the rain hits the banana trees in the south of the Yangtze River. Lin Qiu will still think of it. Camellia on the back mountain. The Qing Dynasty once picked it up and gave it to her. The camellias are as white as flowing moonlight. Like an empty joy.