Zhenyue and Shenwei, one is as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom, and the other is as deep as the ocean.
The nightly singing and singing in Taozhi Lane is the world where they stand hand in hand, but it covers up too much loneliness.
Unknown.
Fukao, I'm tired, so I'd rather believe it. Jin Yue spoke, his face blurred in the moonlight.
She, Jiang Jinyue, the master of Taozhi Lane, has long been famous, but rarely shows up. She only plays new music at Wanqing Tower on the 17th of every month. It is rare for everyone to meet her.
She, Rong Shenwei, is only inferior to Jin Yue in talent and appearance. Jin Yue and Jin Yue stood side by side on Wan Qing Tower, unable to see each other in the unclear night. She didn't speak, but she had already made up her mind. Jin Yue, in this world, I only believe in you.