Yin Yun's injured tower stands between China and South Korea.
The insurmountable space gap, the different ways of thinking and doing things, and the communication barriers created by different languages. But still young and impulsive.
Yan Nuo's injured tower stands quietly in the depths of memory.
Remember clearly when you try to forget, forget weakly when you try to remember. Throughout his youth, the figure of the young man was looming.
Xia Moru's injured tower silently looked into the distance on the sea.
Sometimes he would quietly meditate on why the sea swept away his heart so cruelly.
Qiuni's injured tower looked down at him from the clouds in the sky.
Ninety degrees. It's the angle he always raises when he looks up at the sky.
Han Ruoqian's injured tower looked directly at him through the background of those teenagers.
He, he, he.
In the so-called game of love, no one wins for them.
Five men's different pursuits of love...