Ink, dripping on white silk, is mysterious and comfortable, the purest; abrupt and lonely, but also the most fragile.
Two people with completely different personalities and the same word in their names met unexpectedly and fell in love as if they were destined to...
Mo Xun, the person is just like the name, Shen Shen. Perhaps a touch of black spruce was just to cover up his vulnerability, and the calm emotion in his eyes was a disguise before collapse.
He Zimo is like a cheerful and agile colorful butterfly, kind and optimistic.
When he fell in love unknowingly, he vowed to be good to her and give her the best in the world, but in the end he found that he was the person least worthy of having her. When he was ruthlessly torn off his disguise and was disheartened, it was she who held his cold hands, melted the frost on his heart, and told him that I love you, not because of your past, I only care about you. He cried like a child, only to realize that true love does not matter whether it is worthy or not, only whether it is willing or not...