Fireworks in March are like the willows that keep folding, and my longing is always thinner than that of the West Lake...
The rivers are criss-crossed, the streets are full of traffic, the delicate flowers shine in the moon, the tiles are painted white, the view from the bridge, the footsteps are mottled, and there are so many touching stories overlapping...
In such a scene, Miss Chu is walking slowly in red. In this new era of rapid change, can Miss Chu adapt well, and what kind of sparks will there be with Jiang Huai, a quasi-doctor who advocates materialism?
Intention: See what is not seen, what is seen in the heart. I have gone through all kinds of tribulations in the mortal world just to meet you.