When she was six years old, the girl held up a branch she picked up casually and said under the old locust tree: "I, Li Mingzhao, want to be a Taoist priest." The boy always remembered it.
Sixteen years later, she was a Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain, and he was a top student in the physics department.
They face the same world in different ways, and are slowly getting closer to each other.
Intention: Believing in you is the world reflected in my eyes