Ji Weizhen was already twenty-six years old when he met Fu Qizhao again. On a rainy day in London, stepping on puddles along the way, when she fell into a warm embrace, the faint scent of soap seemed like a world away.
Ji Weizhen hadn't seen him for a long, long time, three years and four months. When they met again at St. Mary's Church, his body was covered with a youthful light, and he was wearing a neat and regular white shirt. Everything looked beautiful.
All unexpected encounters are planned for a long time...
Running wildly in the bright and hazy night, the sycamore trees fell to the ground, and the lake flowed quietly...
"Since I can't always be with her, let the stars protect her forever on my behalf."
On the wedding day, they all smiled happily...
Concept: Cold and sinister x tragic and social fear