The stars are splashing in the clouds, the jade liquid is trickling, and the orchids are cut and cut. The blue sky is like a drill, and the light shakes the Beidou.
When people are in troubled times, who can be proud of the world? When people are in the world, who can be at ease in the world! Right and wrong, love and hatred, they are just the smoke of the past!
He and she have never forgotten that period of time, not because they were reluctant to part with it, but because it was so deeply engraved on it!
If he changes his starting point with her, can he witness the love under the stars again...
When she meets him, is it the beginning of happiness or the reincarnation of fate?
When he meets her, is it a dark redemption or a fateful arrangement?
Concept: Beautiful love does not necessarily have beautiful scenery. Sometimes, forgetting is also a kind of love.