When Lin Zhixia was eighteen, her confession was rejected and her grandmother passed away.
On a stormy night, a friend stained her hands with blood to protect her.
The three people who had grown up alongside her vanished from the world after that.
Chen Mi deliberately kept his distance, Tan Xue faded into obscurity, and Zhuang Xu never spoke of it.
They buried their secrets in the earth and shouldered the darkness themselves, letting her run toward the light.
When they met again, they were separated by life and death.
Three new graves stood side by side on the hillside, facing the direction from which she would return.
They traded death, prison, and lives lost to ruin
for a lifetime of sunlight for her, free from worry and harm.
No matter how gentle the wind in Linshui Town, it cannot bring back my youth.
Everyone thinks romantic love is profound and great, but they forget that friendship deserves to be celebrated too...
Theme: We are friends, and we are co-conspirators.
