After Jiang Luolin took the apricot-colored oil-paper umbrella, only Chen Yifeng's back was left in a hurry. Many years later, she still remembered the young man chanting sutras in the main hall deep in the Huaishan Temple. The rosary beads wrapped in his hands were brushed one by one by his hands. There was a unique and delicate feeling between his eyebrows, especially his eyes, which were charming and moving.
"The locust flowers will bloom eventually, and I will always remember you."
During the five years that Jiang Luolin was away, the locust flowers never bloomed once. Until she came back, Chen Yifeng saw the flowers falling, as if she had returned, breaking into the vast world of his heart again.
Concept: a dream within a dream