There is no coincidence in the world.
Chen Qingyu has always believed firmly.
But it wasn't until he met a boy... That he finally felt the mystery of the name.
Sapphire, taken from Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi"
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pots spins, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place. "
I interpret this poem as a chance encounter.
But in the end, Chen Qingyu realized that there really aren't that many coincidences in the world.
There is only one heart, trying to get closer to another heart.