One step treads through a tree's white blossoms,
One bridge in light rain, one umbrella opens.
One dream of yellow millet, one jug of wine,
One body clad in white, tailored for a lifetime.
The weather in the Month of Midsummer was always changeable. In some places, there were torrential rains that seemed capable of washing clean all things; in others, there was the unending fine rain of Jiangnan, impossible to cut away, impossible to sort out, soaking the blue-gray eaves and dotted black canopies.
Jiangnan was the name of this place.
Tianlan Continent was vast. Somewhere along the border between the Southern Borderlands and the Central Region lay a place called Jiangnan. No one knew the exact origin of the name anymore. One legend said that long ago, a White-robed Fairy from the heavens had accidentally descended into the mortal world and met an emperor there.
The emperor fell in love with the fairy at first sight, but sadly, she had no such intentions. She left behind a poem: "The spring breeze cannot fathom Jiangnan's rain, smiling as it watches guests seek a taste in rain-soaked lanes. Who knows Jiangnan bears no drunkenness, only the fragrance of spring wind for ten miles." After the White-robed Fairy departed, the emperor still could not forget her, and renamed the place where they had met Jiangnan.
No one knew whether the story was true. Time always wore away many things, but the name Jiangnan had endured.
Jiangnan seemed forever connected to water. A river flowed through the north of Jiangnan, called the Wangjiang River. This was another origin of Jiangnan's name: south of the Wangjiang River.
The misty rain of Jiangnan was tranquil as the wind, ethereal as dust. The hazy curtain of rain concealed the scenery like an ink-wash painting blooming