There are two things that stay with you from the moment you are born to the moment you die, time and air. They bloom in your life second by second and reach the end of the world.
Like an elf integrated into time, Anshun had this thought when he first saw him. In that season when Anshun needed to be loved, Mo Ying appeared with all the secrets, not wanting him to disappear out of thin air again.
It was a night five years later, with a faint smell of moisture. When I saw him or touched him, he was like the air hiding around me, always present. He had pain, struggle, and was afraid of abandonment. He was cold, sometimes like a child. His name was Mo Ye, and he had the same name as Mo Ying. It was strange!
After much twists and turns, it turns out that the two of them are half-brothers.
What cannot be retained is called time, what cannot be grasped is called air.
My love once, my love now, how to say goodbye.