At the age of 24, Li Mu discovered that he was suffering from a disease, a disease that caused him to lose his senses.
At the age of 24, he met several girls, and the weird stories they told each other pulled him back to recall his previous experiences.
After meeting Zhao Zhao, he wrote a poem to Zhao Zhao:
Thousands of years old
The warm sun and wind are about to leave.
Listen to the lingering red water flowing down the river, the eaves lightly carrying the rain, and the crickets chirping in front of the small bridge.
Stop and stare, looking as far as the horizon.
The moon is hidden and the dusk is slow, and we sit talking to each other incessantly.
The lamps are like clusters, and the shadows are dancing. I laugh when I want to sing, but I want to dream but quit sleeping.
I always put it off just to take a peek.
Intention: First try to love someone, and then love someone well.