"If I were you, I wouldn't try to stitch up someone who's already dead in the past."
It was a corner of the game that had been abandoned by the system. Chen Ci was like a ghost, guarding the incomplete old code.
Lin Ting broke into his wasteland. She just wanted to repair the cloak that was wearing a mold, but accidentally opened his wound that was covered up by the heavy rain five years ago.
One is a fashion designer who pursues perfection, and the other is a retired idol who refuses to be defined.
When the real capital tried to put him back into a gorgeous cage, she decided to sew him a piece with her own hands - a garment of embers that only belonged to freedom.
Concept: True beauty is not a gorgeous display, but the reality that can still be seen and accepted even if it is covered with scars.
