Zhi'an likes Shenchu in the midsummer when cicadas chirp noisily, like the parasol trees growing wildly outside the window, like the weeds that cannot be burned out. In the end, this love has waves. Her love for Shenchu is known to everyone.
"He is Shen Chu, the god I believe in. I am Zhi'an, and I am his most devout believer."
"I know I am lucky to meet you."
Intention: secret love