The rain in Sioux City always comes lingeringly, and when the bluestone lanes are covered with the color of wet moss, Shen Qingwu hears "Remembering Old Friends" for the first time.
The cornices of Tuisi Garden hooked the waterline in the misty rain of late spring. She was standing under the corridor holding her new textbooks when she was suddenly stopped by a wisp of piano music. Sixteen-year-old Lu Chenzhou was sitting next to the Taihu Stone. His plain white shirt was stained by the rain into translucent cicada wings. His fingertips lightly stroked the lyre, as if the rain in the entire Jiangnan was mixed into the sound of the strings.
Intention: secret love