The leaves of the sycamore trees in Wutong Lane have fallen and turned yellow, and the boy's guitar sound hides his thoughts.
The girl was an audience member who accidentally broke in. She saw Jiang Fan's lowered eyes as he strummed the strings, and also saw the gentleness and stubbornness hidden behind his cold brows.
An unexpected encounter tightly tied two seemingly unrelated people together.
Intention: The tenderness hidden in the sound of the guitar will eventually be heard by those who understand.
