Qi Ye saw Sang Rou in the audience at a glance.
He sat on the stage, holding the guitar and playing with his fingertips.
The light shines on his face,
That moment was like a god.
Later Qi Ye asked Sang Rou when she noticed him.
Sang Rou looked into his eyes,
"When you were singing on stage during your high school military training."
Intention: The wind is gentle