Nineteen-year-old Lin Wei had a long dream.
In the dream, the night was hazy, and both sides of China Street were lined with skyscrapers. The vast lights stretched into the sky until they merged with the stars in the sky.
She saw Tang Ci's back in the light, far away and hard to touch.
One night later, Lin Wei once thought that Tang Ci, who would never meet again, drove past her in a car and then turned back.
The colorful lights of the shopping street on Chinese Valentine's Day were shining brightly. The man looked at her face from the complicated lights and said with a smile: "Get in the car, I will see you off."
——I think we should have no intersection.
But if one day you accidentally know me, I hope you can remember my appearance.
[The night is as thick as ink, and he is the melting light.
Concept: The night is like thick ink, and it is the melting light.
