. Shen Yanhan & Xie Xingmian
• Shen Yanhan: "Inkstone" carries the clear rhyme of the pen and ink, while "Han" lines the stone inkstone with coldness, bringing with it the sense of coldness and loneliness of the desk;
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The late autumn rain pounded on the window lattice. Shen Yanhan's writing hand paused, and the ink marks on the rice paper blurred a little, much like the clear light in Xie Xingmian's eyes.
He was a cold guest who was fostered in the Shen family, and his brows and eyes were always covered with a layer of frost and snow that could not be melted away; while Xie Xingmian was the moon who accidentally entered this deep house, carrying the light of stars all over his body, and crashed into his years of silence.
No one knew that what fell beside the square inkstone was not only wet ink, but also two hearts quietly approaching. Only when the dusty past was wetted by the rain, and when the disguise of alienation was pierced by tenderness, did they understand
Concept: The cold night is long, but fortunately there is someone to sleep with him in the stars.