In Lin Zhixia's youth, there is a piece of shallow moonlight that will never fade. The moonlight came from the corners of young Shen Qinghe's white shirt, from the fingertips touching under the dim light of the old bookstall, and from the unchanging tenderness in his eyes when they reunited many years later. Time passed by, and she thought that the throbbing of her youth had long been dusted by the years, but she didn't know that the moonlight had already been engraved into the texture and became the softest imprint on her heart. When the missed person appears again, those secrets and deep feelings buried by time will eventually slowly unfold under the light moonlight. This is a story about waiting and redemption, regret and perfection. I hope everyone with moonlight in their hearts can find their own gentle destination.
