The dim light made Lin Mufan unable to see his face clearly. He only remembered that the eyes looking at him were exceptionally bright. That brightness seemed incompatible with the decadent aura emanating from him, but it was so grinding, lonely and longing. So many years later, when Lin Mufan recalled their first encounter, he still clearly remembered those clear eyes and probing eyes.
Concept: Adapted from the prototype of the story of the sand sculpture friend around me