It had been three years since Songchu left the town, but he still dreamed of the mist at night. It was not white and misty, but thick like clouds of gray smoke. It made him breathless, but he couldn't get rid of it. Every time he dreamed of thick fog or a small town, he would be so flustered that he couldn't sleep all night. He knew that he would still go back, even though he didn't belong there.
Dong dong dong....
Songchu: "Who?"
Cheng Yi: "Open the door! Send me warmth!"
Timid mushroom girl × sane and love-hungry boy
Intention: God will always favor us ordinary people