Hazy night moon, hazy drizzle. A nun goes down the mountain to travel around the world. She thinks she has escaped, but doesn't she expect that a strange little monk is following behind her? The former teacher seems to be gradually becoming a stranger. What is the secret behind all this?
The background is similar to the middle and late Ming Dynasty, when the three religions merged.
I want to write about sticky love and physical martial arts.
At first, I came up with the idea after listening to "Nie Hai Ji Si Fan". This is a Kunqu opera that can be performed by five and six women. It may also be a metaphor for a girl's budding love - in her own fantasy (and secret love), there is no difference between a lady and a maid, a protagonist and a supporting role.
The utopian author creates his own love inside his head.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance