After Lin Shuang's death, his nine brides have been silently waiting here for an unknown length of time.
The colorful flowers on the nine arches have wilted one after another; they were fresh blooms gathered by Lin Shuang and his nine brides, woven into nine beautiful arches with their own hands.
Imagining Lin Shuang holding hands with his nine brides, walking through these nine floral arches with happy smiles, stepping onto the celebration platform of this grand wedding banquet.
They would exchange cups and bows on the meticulously-decorated platform, becoming husband and wife.
But now... the platform symbolizing happiness appears battered and desolate.
In the long silence, there have been two piercingly cold storms, followed by a gusty wind, and then endless dreary rain.
The celestial sphere shifts, time quietly flows; sunlight seems never to touch this land again.
