Love is not a book on paper, but the path he has been waiting for her to take along the journey of life. The empty dream in which she briefly tasted sweetness turned into a scar on her heart, took root, spread to her blood and skin, and formed a mask for her to isolate herself from the world. The beauty was bright and beautiful, and no amount of spring rain or autumn wind could erase the light and shadow she reflected in his eyes. He has lived a young life, but his name is floating, but his young blood is sinking. He tries every possible means to get closer to her world and grabs her broken kite with all his strength. Destiny has nothing to do with the sooner or later we meet, it is an indescribable bond. They are destined to redeem each other, he melts her mask, and she takes off the knife in his heart.
The idea: the mutual redemption of a dashing young man who bears a family feud and a lithromantic. Loneliness is a choice, or it may be an escape from the true heart. Fortunately, I saw light in the colorful darkness, just like a floating island meeting its ship. With support, it can no longer pretend to be strong.