Zhou Ran always felt that he was like a deep sea, cold and dark. No one wanted to bear the heavy pressure of the seabed and chose to be alienated. She thought Zhou Jiaqi was the sun. Even if it wasn't for her, he could still feel a little bit of warmth. However, he held her hand and said that she was the moon, she only emitted a soft light in the dark night, but she had already traveled through all the ups and downs.