This is a story about why "magic" doesn't happen in reality;
The postman in the alley holds the letter tightly in his hand, and the letter contains unsent words;
In the kitchen, family members of the previous generation were chopping vegetables side by side, and chopped green onions fell on the cutting boards like green snow;
Fireworks bloom in the night sky, illuminating the new sentences on the title page of the notebook;
The window was open, and the wind blew in with the sound of lion dance drums, blowing Hui Ying's hair and lightly scratching the brim of Li Mu's hat;
And in the hanging gardens far, far away, the witches are forever frozen in the laughter of youth, becoming legends among travelers:
"Have you heard? There is a world where magic is poetry written with love."
Concept: Magic begins with longing and ends with love. At the end of the thousand-year curse, two ordinary people rushed in both directions to return everything to its original color.