As said in novels and comics, Xia Qingyu can see souls and ghosts. He was a marginalized person, watching the ghosts' happiness, anger, sorrow, love and hatred as a bystander. He thought he could only live like this in his whole life, alone.
Until one day, he met Lin Moyan, a soul that had been wandering for thousands of years, gentle, ethereal, and beautiful.
That meeting was like the most beautiful fireworks in life, and it seemed like a perfect dream. In the green and humid summer, during the rainy season, there are pots of enchanting purple crabapples in front of the old building. Everything is like a densely woven net, restraining but also seeming to be redeemed in the face of desolate reincarnation.
One day, time will bury it into a broken fleeting time. At the end of that snowstorm, you will see the boy holding an oil-paper umbrella lighting up the entire illusory forest and smiling.