Although as she grew up, the things that Zhiyue didn't believe before were gradually revealed, but the things she believed in were still delayed, but they did not shake her. Perhaps when she was 13 years old, she saw the boy next to a peeling garbage can under a streetlight. She didn't know that the black pupils could also shine, just like the clues left by the lost treasure she was subconsciously looking for sparkled in the jungle after the rain and dew.
Intention: love