Zhibai has a delicate mind and a very low sense of deservingness. Although he is in high demand, he is always short-changed.
In the year of graduation, Li Qingwu, who had just entered school as a freshman, easily broke into her directionless world, broke the seemingly indifferent illusions, and helped her put the pieces back together piece by piece.
They are like people flying kites and strings. They get flustered when they can't see, and it's painful when they hold too tightly.
So Li Qingwu learned to "let go" and let go of the rope in his hands. Under her gaze, Zhibai could do whatever she wanted.
The broken and spliced land can grow flowers that grow toward the sun; and the kites that are trusted to fly can fly farther into the sky.
"If I hold you, I hope you can fly higher and further."
Li Qingwu said this, took Zhibai's hand and held her tightly in his arms.
Concept: Happiness is a state in which both people are comfortable.