No one is the salvation, it's just that we warm each other. The moment the autumn rain knocked on the car window, fate cast two shadows on the glass: one was Lin Jinxia, whose fingertips were dancing with the remaining warmth of the piano keys, blooming like a hibiscus flower with its last splash of color before winter; the other was Jiang Zishu, who had secrets hidden among the drawing papers, using leaden brushwork to bury the fear of "love is loss"...
Jiang Zishu - If you are destined to lose, will you still want to gain?
Lin Jinxia - Compared with losing, wouldn't it be more regretful to never have it?
Intention: Love will not be divided equally or dissipate
