The fishing fires on the Jiali Autumn River are thin, and I can see the waning moon reflected in the forest.
The shimmering waterbirds are still frightened, and the fireflies are so wet that they cannot fly due to the cold dew.
A sudden frame-up dragged Lin Wanying back into the heavy old years.
The youth's past turned into shackles, debts weighed heavily on his heart, and rumors spread everywhere.
She was the firefly whose wings were wetted by the cold dew. Even though the man was very close to him, she didn't have the courage to run towards him.
She was only trapped in the debt she owed, completely unaware of Jiang Yu's deep feelings hidden under the years.
It's a long and drawn-out pull, an intersection of distance and nearness.
All others saw was her hesitation and avoidance, but Jiang Yu did not even step back.
At night, the fireflies are timid to cross, and the river welcomes them.
There are thousands of obstacles in my heart, but fortunately I am able to move forward.
