On the night of the typhoon three years ago, Shuo Yue climbed onto the scaffolding and used a T-shaped ruler to scrape open Qi Yu's 30 million-dollar painting.
She scraped a light in his abyss, and from then on Leviathan had a moon, and the deep sea had a home for tides.
A secret project that completely erased her from his world.
In the past three years, he was like a giant beast silently building a nest in the deep sea, devouring the secular rules that made him sick, digesting and reorganizing them, just to build a world that could accommodate all her dreams.
Behind the machinations is an expression that is so pure that it is almost transparent.
Three years later, an email signed by Rafayel dropped into her mailbox, proposing a "death project" - to use light to create a "fishtail light and shadow" in an old lighthouse. He seduces her affectionately and forcefully enters her life as Party A; she enters the game soberly, but as Party B, he swallows up her defenses bit by bit.
"Maybe every time it rains, it's the moment when the deep sea tries to touch the moon, which means - I miss you."
He turned his head and stared at her deeply. At this moment, he no longer concealed the three-year-long, bone-eroding longing.
"Shuoyue, my world has been waiting for you. Three years, two months and five days, I miss you all the time."
"Qi Yu."
"The deep sea no longer needs to struggle to touch the moon."
She looked at him, the tenderness in her eyes was like the moonlight breaking through the clouds outside the window, clear and firm:
"Because the moon is already in the deep sea."
Intent: With the ultimate collision of rationality and sensibility as the core, telling the craziest fantasy requires the most rigorous structure to carry it, and the coldest logic also needs to be illuminated by blazing faith. Expressing the proposition that "salvation is opening a way for high-pressure life, love is the abyss willingly surrendering to the moonlight".