If she just wanted to escape from 996, she wouldn't be attracted to an old house while walking in the ancient port;
If it weren't for her love for food, she wouldn't have been obsessed with the mulberry tree in the courtyard next door, nor would she have fallen in love with him who only had eyes for ceramics because she wanted to taste it...
I thought there was no intersection in the world between us. The only thing that existed might be the disobedient mulberry that fell on the neighbor's house at the turn of spring and summer that year, and the threads of connection were stirred...
A female illustrator who left her job and returned home to open a B&B during the epidemic
Xiao Sang
Concept: The world between us seems to have no intersection. The only thing that exists may be the disobedient mulberry that fell into the neighbor's house at the turn of spring and summer that year...