There is a deep secret in everyone's heart, which cannot be told to others or written out. It is stuck in the heart like a thorn, making people uneasy. Is there a person somewhere who can listen to you, just listen, without asking questions, without thinking deeply, and after you finish speaking, we are still strangers? There is such a place called Mo Qingzhai. The host is very strange, and sometimes he is here and sometimes away depending on his mood. The guests are very strange, coming from different places and telling strange stories. Of course, the stories are different and the guests are different, but that pot of tea, that table, that host has always been there, waiting for all kinds of guests to tell their stories. (Currently, Chapters 8 and 9 contain Danmei themes, so don't read if you don't like them)
Intention: Some obsessions should be let go