They are the same kind who have been forgotten by emotions. In the world of nothingness, they accidentally recognized each other.
Yuan Jianxi's world is ashes on the canvas. As a painter, she cannot perceive warm colors. Only the cold and twisted lines in her pen are the confirmation of her existence.
Pei Qingyu's world is a lie in front of the camera. As a top-notch actor, he perfectly interprets the joys and sorrows of all sentient beings. Under the mask, there is a desolate land that no one can reach.
By chance, she saw through his exhaustion after his gorgeous performance;
In one glance, he saw through the resonance of her soul beneath her cold tones.
Two incomplete containers, trying to piece together each other's broken outlines clumsily through painting and performance.
They are each other's only medicine and a fatal poison.
"The world is empty."
"So we fill each other in."
Concept: Love is the ultimate form of understanding, not a derivative of emotion