The Flowers in the Sea Are Still Sleeping

The exploration of the Shepan Mountain Ancient Village brought the Iron Triangle together again. The vines cannot entangle the hidden feelings, and the mechanism cannot stop the subconscious protection. The warmth of Zhang Qiling's fingertips and Wu Xie's unspoken confession quietly sprouted in the dangerous situation. Returning to Yucun, the firewood, rice, oil and salt soaked the years. From the probing blue hoodie to the late-night exclusivity, from the jealous rivalry to staying together under the moonlight, they filled up the ten-year gap behind the bronze door for the rest of each other's lives. "Brother, will we always be like this?" "Always."