In Lin Gaoyuan's eyes: Wang Manyu is like an endless river, carrying the biting cold wind of the Northeast Plains and the melting snow of Changbai Mountain, rushing from the depths of the black earth.
He broke into his life unexpectedly.
Perhaps the teenage lover was temporarily hindered by reality and ideals when he first met.
But our companionship day after day will eventually prove that before a century and a half, we still have millions of possibilities.
