Ji Mingchuan, who has a psychological shadow, loves the beautiful Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu is like the rose under Ji Mingchuan's sycamore tree. At the moment when all the flowers wither, the only rose left on the barren land is waiting for him to love her. The rose that grows wantonly is willing to bow down and bloom for him, warming the sycamore tree. From then on, the sycamore tree flourishes all year round.
Intention: Remembering old friends
