Tong Qi never thought that returning to his hometown this time would cause him to encounter bitter love and tragedy. If he could have predicted it, maybe he would rather never come back... Just thinking of that person's lonely and painful eyes, cowardly and stubborn expression, after all, he couldn't rest assured...
When I love him, I feel like I love the newborn moon; when I like him, I like the plum blossom moon; when I think of him, I sing a few poems about the moon on the Xijiang River; when I look forward to him, I feel like I look forward to the moon in the morning hook. We were separated from each other at first, but today we are separated from each other, and we want to meet again like fishing for the bright moon under water.