I went to Jiangnan once and saw a lot, the hazy mist and rain, the lingering silk and bamboo. It was as if I really saw the lotus-like face, blooming and falling gorgeously.
I couldn't bear to leave like this, and felt a little disappointed, so I wanted to record something. After I started writing, I gathered some stories from my dreams, as well as some ripples in my heart.
Conception: