The thing Zhiyao regrets most in the past eighteen years is that on the night when she was eighteen years old, she held the hand that Ji Qinglin extended to her. Her messy life was gently and gently smoothed by him with a comb. At the beginning, she asked him: "Which one is better, Zhiyao before or Su Wan now?" He always had a smile on his face, looked at her with a pair of clear eyes, and asked her, "You don't like Su Wan?" When she asked him again later, he just leaned over and hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Zhiyao is the seed, and Suwan is the flower she bloomed." Zhiyao had never been religious, but on the night she met him, she became a devout believer. In the dark corner, she clasped her hands and prayed devoutly: If this is a dream, please let me never wake up.
Concept: Even in a dark corner, the bright moonlight will shine in.