On a hazy rainy night, the number one courtesan in the south of the Yangtze River looked down among the pavilions and pavilions. Little did they know that this one glance would last a thousand years. She broke free from the shackles of the pavilion and pierced the darkness like light, running towards her. She shed her rot in the mire and chased the moonlight. Thousands of strands are entangled, looking for flowers in the fog, fishing for the moon in the water, holding a lamp to find the person in the dream, and the shadow of the fallen flower returns to the double.
Intention: Love has no boundaries, strive to understand and pursue what you love