Song Nanshu lived on the second floor of the chess and card hall, and the noise continued throughout her childhood. The fragmented life, the tears that cannot be shed, the endless thread that pulls her... And the arms that cannot be hugged back are engraved in the trajectory of her life bit by bit. She walked for many years, stood in front of the temple where she prayed, and made a pious promise in her heart...
Intention: Find yourself in confusion