"My name is Xingxing, and my surname is Xingxingxingxingxingxingxingxingxing."
"Ten thousand quilts."
One is an optimistic little sun counting down his life, and the other is a lonely genius boy who has missed his dream.
The corridor separates the two hearts.
Eighteen years old, one is waiting to see if tomorrow will come, and the other doesn't know how to wait.
From then on, the stars shined on the fallen genius boy.
Just meeting him was exhausting his energy.
Intention: If the light shines, then chase it
