Continuing from the previous part "Qinhuai Today", in the high school life where people are laughing, yelling, shouting, and jumping around, what kind of weird shadows are emerging? Is such a strange and dark world reality or a dream? Is it the gears of fate or the conspiracy of someone in the abyss that controls us? We travel through time and space to answer these questions.
When did Qinhuai live?
In the dream, the south of the Yangtze River is far away, and the setting sun and drizzle surround the stone bridge.
The pearls sing and swallows sing, and the tassels fall, and the green dancing butterfly clothes are embroidered and pinned.
The candle shadow swings red and hangs on the cold moon, and the remaining tears of rouge drunk the whole night.
The Qinhuai River is warm and smoky green, and there are no idle clouds riding on the sea tide.
Conception: