She loved him, perhaps because he was the only moon she could embrace in her childhood, which was as lonely and gloomy as the night. He had no blazing warmth, but had long-lasting tenderness. Eight-year-old Desert will never forget the silent boy named Ye Feng under the moonlight that night. In fact, just that gentle glance was enough to make her commit to a lifetime. At that moment, she understood that Brother Ye was her moon. Many years later, even though the years have washed away her memory so much that her memory is no longer clear, and even though his silence and indifference made her heartache when they met again, she still believed that he would love her, just as she regarded him as the only one in her life. In the desolate desert, the cool breeze in the dark night, who can rely on whom? Who promised who had?
Lin Che, like a clear spring, lively but lonely. He loves her and knows that she loves him. He likes her name, the desert is the sustenance of longing; he likes her smile, warm and quiet; he likes her temper, modest yet stubborn; he likes her eyes, bright but lonely. He felt familiar and occasionally scared, like a nightmare that had tortured him for many years, so accustomed to it that he almost became one with it. He believed that one day she would love him, but he didn't know how they had met and forgotten each other in the course of their fate, and how they would hate pain in the future.
They walked around in circles for a long time, holding each other's hands with tears in their eyes. In the end, who will stay with whom until the end? Sometimes, when people face love, they want to ask: Can we just fall in love?