Wen Xiaonuan could never forget his handsome figure under a white T-shirt and jeans. But when he looked back many years later, it was the dazzling sunlight that blurred his vision.
Wen Lang still remembers his slightly stunned eyes for a moment under the morning sun. The depth of his eyes was wrapped in haste and obsession. Suspicions and doubts about the truth are the fall of the heart.
Lu Yuanping always misses the warmth of his fingertips caressing his long hair in the whitening years. The most real corner after struggling in the morning and dusk. Whether his childhood wishes are different.
Gu Xiangxiang just wants the clear eyebrows and eyes she bumps into when she gets up in a hurry to become her lifelong possession. The morning fog will eventually dissipate. Is it so-called happiness or a phantom?
Whose smile amazes time?
Whose breath softens the years
Under the bustling city, she or they are struggling and wandering like a butterfly in a dream
What is needed is the beauty of sunlight that is reflected through dark clouds, or a touch of warmth that vaguely drifts in the storm?