In this savage age, the traces scratched are black, hidden in the deepest part of the world. At a certain moment, the savage life is glimpsed, and then it reaches the light.
If Chu Xue had not gone to Mount Hakha, she would have probably died under people's words.
That winter, Chu Xue remembered the man wearing the old army green coat.
They hugged each other in the wind and snow, and their heads were dyed white by the snow. For a moment, it seemed as if a lifetime had passed.
That's fine, I'll grow old with you in this life.
Concept: simple love