The maple leaves spread over the Gothic stone walls, and the sea fog swallowed up New Haven's dusk.
The life of studying abroad on the other side of the ocean is composed of books and sensuality.
The top Chinese circles are intricately entangled, and young men and women are trapped in a net of glitz. Everyone longs to go offshore, but most of them end up drowning in the tide.
Lu Zeyan was in the center of the whirlpool.
The parties lasted night after night, and the ambiguous exchanges were endless. Feng Yue was a familiar game to him. He is well versed in the propriety of dealing with people, is used to being admired by everyone, and never stops for anyone.
Shen Yu came across the sea slightly, and all he wanted was a book, which would bring him peace of mind.
She watched the excitement with a cold eye, with no intention of clinging to him and disdain to cater to him.
A chance chat in a foggy night led to rumors.
To him, it is just a fleeting novelty among thousands of pastimes;
For her, she saw through the falsehood at a glance and immediately pulled away, leaving no room for entanglement.
The prodigal son is accustomed to making ripples in others, but he only encounters a deep pool of calm water.
The narrow road meets again and again, the game of temptation and retreat is repeated, and the tide repeatedly hits the embankment.
Two souls burdened by the shackles of their original origins met each other in the vast sea fog in a foreign land.
They are in no rush to fall in love.
We must first break away from the shackles and find our own shore, and then we can talk about meeting each other.
Concept: Off the coast, fog rises and the tide rises