Qu Yicheng fell ill, a disease that the world thought was a disease.
Qu Yicheng thought he would be alone for the rest of his life.
A little glutinous rice dumpling threw itself into Qu Yicheng's arms with tears and runny noses.
Just like that, he broke into Qu Yicheng's dull life.
Just like that, he plunged headlong into the overgrown heart of Qu Yicheng without any care.
With a name that couldn't be more suitable than God's will, Dong Qingge.
Intention: So we hold hands and walk together no matter how difficult it is.
