Chen Xi's youth is like an old scroll soaked by heavy rain. Her mother's farewell without saying goodbye is the first layer of wrinkles, and her father's sudden death adds another layer of moisture. She held the hand of her brother, who was ten years younger than herself, and carried the weight of her home in the neon lights of a strange city.
Lu Xi broke into her life, like a dazzling light, with careless warmth, causing ripples in her frozen world.
