In the autumn light of Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts, Han Qingyue and Wei Baiyi became connected through painting. One was restrained and delicate, hiding tenderness, and the other was bright and fiery, carrying warmth. Over the past five years, they blended their love into daily fireworks, planted sunflowers to hide love letters, made silver rings to seal the rest of their lives, and walked through the streets full of sweetness. But fate tempered the poison, leukemia suddenly struck, chemotherapy wiped out the vitality, and the hope of bone marrow source was lost. Wei Baiyi finally left the scene with regret, holding his lover's fingertips, three days before the five-year appointment. Han Qingyue was trapped in her obsession and refused to wake up. She traveled all over the two of them like crazy, going from alcohol allergy to desensitization. She used alcohol to numb her bones and miss her, and after suffering from severe depression, the world was only black and white. On the second anniversary of her death, she put on her old dress, put on a silver ring, jumped out with her unsent love letter, and went to a life-or-death appointment in the most decisive way. Love reaches the bone marrow and pain penetrates the texture. Their stories are as short as morning dew, but they warm the rest of their lives and hurt through the years. They hide the purest and most regretful affection in the world.
Intention: Whatever you want, happiness in life is the most important thing