All Goes to Mio

Her Yangzhou is not the hazy mist in Tang poetry, but the bustle in front of the soy milk stall in the morning market, and the green moss growing stubbornly in the gaps between the bluestones of the old streets. After making an embarrassing exit from the "battlefield" of the urban office building, she returned to this city that seemed to have been forgotten by time. In this land, she met many people worth cherishing and the time she looked forward to. They warmed each other and hurt each other; they hugged hard and had to wave goodbye. Until Li Miao understood that the real return is not to escape, but to find the courage to love the world again in the most familiar place.