Misty Rain, Apricot Blossoms, Dreams of Jiangnan

Um, this story was written by my friend, not me~ Her writing is just so good that I couldn't resist, hehe. When we were all very young, we met along the willow-lined banks of West Lake, where the spring breeze of March stirred the misty waters and a gentle rain fell among the apricot blossoms. Listen closely, and you can hear the wind passing through emerald bamboo, and faint sounds drifting from the depths of a narrow lane. Each sound seems to carry the distinctive jasmine fragrance of Jiangnan, where the white-walled courtyards are dampened by the fine rain. Theme: