Lin Qi's world is very quiet.
I can't hear the chirping of birds or the wind chimes, but I can feel the temperature of the glass.
Xu Fengye's world is noisy.
The demented grandma, the debt-collecting fist, and the wandering youth.
Until she found his lost grandma in an abandoned workshop,
Until he sealed a wild flower that bloomed all year round in glass.
He is a wild dog running in the wilderness, and she is a silent weed in the crevices of the rocks.
They all thought spring would never come.
But the spring of weeds actually grows in the four seasons.
"If glass is broken, it cannot be restored."
"But broken glass melts and can be refired. It becomes something new."
"Like you and me?"
"Just like you and me."
——The wild dog found his anchor, and the wild grass waited for her spring.
Intention: a better tomorrow
