When Zhou Xingchuan was with him, he felt that he was so lucky. Everything around him was radiant, but he was the only one who was like the faintly shining decorative lamp around him. Zhou Xingchuan was willing to turn on the switch to warm him at any time. Maybe he was really no match for the sun around him, and was eventually exiled to the endless stream of people, just like his name - Zhou Xingchuan
Three lives of good fortune, endless flow
Concept: The bonds of youth are broken and reunited