[Open "The Realm of Dreams" first and then this book]
Withered yellow leaves hang precariously on the branches. On a quiet autumn night, under the moonlight, two shadows appear on the land, blending into the night. Drops of rain fall slowly. The autumn rain is very dense. Every drop of rain falls, like telling a story.
"Your name is Xu Jiangshu? Which shu?"
"The shadowy trees of the woods."
"What? Which shu is this?"
"Tree of great trees."
"I understand what you said."
Intention: In the bleak days until you appear