Everyone said that Shen Hanchuan was like ice immersed in a cold pool, cold and lonely, and no one could get close to him, until he met Sheng Jiaoyang. She was a beam of light that broke into the cold night, warm and fresh, breaking his wind and frost; he was the cold river sinking at the bottom of the valley, guarding silently, holding up all her hesitations. The scorching sun kissed Hanchuan, not melting, but embracing each other - the light had a destination, the ice had warmth, and they went from each other's salvation to the morning and evening of the rest of their lives.
Intention: The scorching sun kisses the cold river, and the warm ice also brings joy