In that summer when the cicadas were chirping, the sun and the moon were shining together, and Wen Wan met Yan Zhao.
Wen Wan, who had lacked maternal love since childhood, came to the city where his mother lived. The familiar days and familiar people were all so familiar yet so strange, such as him.
In such an insolent youth, he was like the scorching sun, out of reach, but Wen Wan still chased him unforgettable. Even if his heat burned her hands.
Purpose: To tell a story with no outcome