Yu Qing saw her again, and the two of them were sitting in this teahouse talking.
It was raining like mist outside the eaves, and in front of me were people who were supposed to grow old together.
Unexpectedly, I drank tea and went to bed, and a thief was invited to treat me.
They spent many days and nights, resting on each other's arms, leaning against each other's cheeks, with their hair flowing around their necks and shoulders and down to their clothes, whispering to each other -
"Beside me, you can be yourself."
Yu Qing finally understood that marriage is not a scourge.
Fu Ting is the one.
Concept: A story about a pair of lovers who find each other in this world and cling to each other.