"Xia Xun, what's the saddest thing you found when you grew up?"
"Well... Maybe time has passed by, the country has been fine, and you and I will no longer be the same as before."
"Then do you know what Zhao Qingnian said?"
Xia Xun looked at the new moon as bright as snow embedded in the dark blue night sky. After a long silence, he murmured: "Uh... I probably know..."
"Autumn moon's long さは, name があるだけで, private たちはをわせるだけで, もうがけた."
After that, every time Xia Xun read this poem again, he would unconsciously think of Zhao Qingnian, that young man who always wore glasses and looked elegant, that autumn night when the moon and stars gathered together...
Concept: sweet two-way secret love