Jing Xubai
Jing Xubai was like a burning blue firework, igniting Jiang Zhuo's extinguished ashes.
The first time he met Jiang Zhuo, he was sitting by the curb, with dead leaves falling in abundance. Jiang Zhuo's long legs were slightly bent, his bony hands were holding the dead leaves, and he was looking up at the tree.
Jing Xubai raised his eyes and happened to see this scene, and three words flashed through his mind:
A sense of fragmentation.
Like incomplete vessels that have been broken and put back together countless times.
She wants him to be complete.
Jiang Zhuo thought: Jing Xubai is light and flame.
The story of a beautiful music-making girl and a gentle ceramic boy.
Intention: Everyone will encounter their own light.