Wangshu is the moon, Qingyan is the peace.
When he was young, Ji Wangshu thought that as long as he moved forward desperately, he could keep Qing Yan in the world.
He pledged all his tender promises to the future of nothingness.
Meng Qingyan once believed that he would win every year, but in the end only every year failed.
Say goodbye to each other in midsummer and go our separate ways.
After several years of ups and downs, he had mountains and rivers in his hands, lights in his arms, and finally lacked nothing.
But the evening wind swept across the world, and the moonlight was still bright——
It's just that from now on, there is no Qingyan who belongs to him in the world.
Intention: Time cannot withstand consumption, and some people will pass away with the years.