When love comes, it is as light as cotton wool. Caiyu, who was ignorant as a girl, thought that she was the central axis, and everyone had to revolve around her, so the cotton wool was light and danced all over the sky, but disappeared in a moment.
And in this joyful dance hall of youth, Caiyu met the tender Mo Mo, who was looming as the lights rotated; he met the cold and aloof Ivy, who always shined among countless men; he met the runaway horse Jiaming, the man who always shines in the black area at the corner of the dance floor. Will the central axis keep rotating, and will the cotton wool that has gone away suddenly appear in the palm of my hand? I think even they themselves may not know.