---Loneliness is not the end, but the beginning of finding a resonant name.
They say my voice is a curse kissed by an angel.
Seventeen-year-old Shen Tinglan was trapped in a moldy old bookstore in an urban village, like a whale sinking into the deep sea.
His voice is as ethereal as moonlight, but it is also his deepest inferiority and secret.
Until that afternoon in the backlight, Jiang Xunyin opened the door of the warehouse.
Intention: People with the same frequency will eventually meet in the deep sea