Chaofeng, the third son of the dragon, has both dangers and good hopes in his life.
The style of early spring is cold, the icicles on the eaves of the palace have melted, and the wind chimes on the corners of the palace keep making crisp sounds with the spring breeze.
At the corner of the Pavilion, there is a figure every day, wearing a long-sleeved robe and black hair flying in the wind. He often stares at a certain place in trance for several hours. No one knows what he is looking at. In fact, he doesn't know either. Maybe it's just because someone told him that she likes to look into the distance. I don't know when it became his preference. Maybe he is still hoping that one day that person will come back...
Intention: love