Li Xiu was critically ill at the age of fifteen. The first thing he did when he woke up was to draw a face. I don't know who that is, but if I don't draw it, my heart hurts. He has been painting for seventeen years. The person in the painting has a mole at the corner of his right eye.
On Bai Jing's twenty-eighth birthday, a strange young man opened the door, held his portrait and said, "I have dreamed of you for a long time. Do you know me?"
Bai Jing knew him. I have known each other for two lifetimes.
Li Xiu doesn't remember anything. But he always walked downstairs to Bai Jing when he had a fever late at night, and always moved forward one hundred and one step after Bai Jing pushed him away a hundred times. Bai Jing remembered everything - the medicine bowl and cotton robe in the ruined temple, and the last three words he said to him: "I hate you."
The moment the truck rushed towards him, Li Xiu pushed him away. In the pool of blood, Li Xiu smiled: "Yunli... I remember. I went to find the medicine back then because I wanted to come back alive to see you."
A century-old ice coffin, Bai Jing guarded him until his hair turned into snow. The first time Li Xiu woke up, he only saw the ends of his frosty white hair.
"Your hair—"
"Waiting for nothing."
On the solitary cliff, there is an inkstone. Yunli writes "Qiu Yue", Qiu Yue writes "Yun Li", and the ink marks blend together.
The wind blows between the cliffs.
"Is it worth it? You're stuck with it for the rest of your life."
Li Xiu held his hand: "It's worth it if I go to you with an inkstone."
Concept: Love can make everything grow flesh and blood