"Wen Xingyao's life is like a piece of paper that has been folded countless times, flat but full of cracks. Until that summer with the scent of citrus, Chen Qiyue stretched out her hand, lightly touched the folds with her fingertips, then leaned down and kissed the cracks one by one."
They met on an ordinary day, slowly approaching in a corner of a crowded city. No one is born brave, they just happen to see each other in those moments when they are tired, silent, and want to escape.
Later, they also experienced separation, and finally understood that love will not become unreal just because of the risk of ending. The night roads they walked together, the lights and starry nights they saw together had all truly fallen on them. Just like the moon at that time, you thought it had set, but in fact it was always there.
Concept: urban reality, two heroines, group portraits, slow-burn, life flow
