Meng Yin lives in a glass house, observing the colorful world through the filter of glass. Life blooms in other people's lives, but she looks up to the brilliance of others obsessively. The raindrops tap on the window, the stars shine brightly at night, and Meng Yin softly hums the lullaby in my memory. I wonder if it will be a good time to fall asleep these days.
Is he okay? After not seeing each other for so many years, does he still remember him? Or, do you still remember the vows made back then?