On a rainy night, I picked up an amnesiac boy who was covered in injuries.
He was only nine years old, with perfect features, but could not remember anything. He had no name, no whereabouts, and could not even speak a complete sentence. He was like a piece of jade left behind by the world.
Jiang Mo kept him by his side, protecting him as he grew up from a timid little boy.
He was quiet, clean, and only had Jiang Mo in his eyes. From dependence to attachment, from ignorance to deep affection.
The years were gentle and the fireworks were ordinary. Jiang Mo thought it was just an ordinary shelter, but he didn't know that this encounter was the pursuit he had hidden for half his life, and it was also the most stable redemption for Jiang Mo in his life.
Concept: Use the pen as candy to turn the story into an orange-flavored sweetness.