The shadow of the lights in Wutong Lane spread over the fingertips of the young man holding a cigarette, and also spread over the hem of the girl's clothes holding a book.
The first time they met was silent, he was in front, she was behind, three steps apart, there was a soft sound of sycamore leaves stepping on them all the way.
Later, the desks drew a boundary, and Qing Leng bumped into Jie Ao. He always liked to pull the ends of her hair, hide her pen, and watch the dim light in her eyes when she frowned; she saw his vulnerability hidden on the rooftop, but was burned by his anger.
In the silence after the scolding, he handed over a candy, and she took it with lowered eyes.
The handwriting in the wrong question book has not been stained by the moonlight, but the boy's awkwardness and gentleness have quietly spread across the Chu River and Han boundaries.
That alley trapped youth in the war and chaos, and also hid the two people's bright future.
Concept: The collision of wild gangsters and coldness, the redemption of two souls