When the wind meets the paper, love falls in my heart. The seventeen-year-old Lin Ye hides a pen that can capture the breeze; Wen Wan's poems capture the tenderness in the young man's eyes. There is no violent tearing, only the companionship of the breeze and flowing water, using the wind as ink and the heart as paper, the young man writes to hide the wind, and the girl writes to write. The tenderness of this world is hidden in the encounter between painting and calligraphy.
Intention: Rely on painting as matchmaker, rely on love as light, and become a better version of yourself.