This is a story that begins in autumn and ends in spring.
"Nanzhi, you are from Jiangnan, is there anything there?"
"If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a sprig of spring."
I give you my spring
A you in one season.
Concept: Who is born generous and decent? Who is born to be cold and heartless? Some people change when they meet them. It is my luck and your honor to be willing to show the truest version of myself in front of you.