On that panicked morning, Gu Zhixia bumped into Xu Xingmian, breaking the boundary between the two worlds.
One uses dried flowers to freeze time, and the other roams through the passage of time in words. When the sense of order in storage meets the soul of a casual and romantic poet, they find an echo with the same frequency in the square inches of the desk.
This is not only a story about encounter, but also about two gentle souls illuminating each other and growing together.
Intention: In a noisy world, build a quiet "us"