The moment Lu Jingyu pulled Bai Xiao out of the swamp of a pool of sewage, he was also involved in the fog of three years ago. The encounter with Lu Jingyu in the heavy rain tore away the dark clouds that had accumulated for sixteen years in Bai Xiao's life. The fate that cannot be escaped, the self that cannot be escaped. The thorns growing out of the mud may also grow into pure white and beautiful flowers when they are close to the sun.
"I stood in the mire and looked up at the sky. I thought it was a deeper night, but instead I saw a blue sky."
"I love you. Your love is my salvation."