Preface: Two wounded people have their own old wounds. They feel that they are as humble and insignificant as dust.
I don't believe in love, but I don't know what to say when we are on a blind date?
I want love, but I don't know what the angels in this world are like.
The general environment of this era has changed, and "tiger" and "fly" are no longer safe!
Under the obstruction of some evil forces and their own destiny, what kind of story will they have?
We all hope that someone can take me out of the chaotic world with colorful auspicious clouds at his feet, and then tell me: after the storm, there will still be a rainbow.