Pei An's life was as quiet as a dream from which he would never wake up.
He was frail and sickly, with a gentle temperament. Even when he spoke, he had a slight wheeze, as if he would be blown away by the wind. Others only thought that he would not live long, but Jiang Xu held him in the palm of his hand and protected him year after year.
Concept: Some encounters are a tragedy from the beginning.