You come from the morning light
Can't distinguish the shape
Can't see colors clearly
Only the brightness of the morning sun and the hazy mist of the morning
My sight is nowhere to be found
——This is what Haiyan wrote to Feiran. Most of the initial good things are full of youthfulness and persistence, so there is no room for even a little bit of flaws. Four years ago, they were in bloom, in their prime, ignorant yet brave, ignorant yet free and easy.