Lin Yi will always remember that startling glimpse in the sea at dusk, which is as heart-pounding and unforgettable as Monet's painting.
He Qian has always understood that there are mountains and seas between them that cannot be crossed. No matter how strong the love is, in the end it is just like a moth flying into a flame.
Their story begins at dusk and ends at dusk.
(Please give me some opinions from readers who have read it. I am practicing my writing skills)
Intention: Sudden intention
