When dusk spreads over the mountains and fields, the green crops are submerged in the evening breeze and sway slowly. The years are written gently, hiding the thoughts and feelings in the four seasons of morning and dusk.
This is a gentle and long encounter, and also a slow-growing rush.
"Xu Qinghe, I understand that you are quiet, reserved, delicate and sensitive. But when you are with me, you just need to be my child."
"Chen Yan, we rely on each other"
