Because of family affection, we are restrained; because of love, we are radical.
Jiang An's twisted secret love as a girl, his extreme distance as an adult, and his sacrifice as a slightly older moth to the flame, are like a cloud, floating back and forth around Yuan Shuhua. She thought Shan Yue didn't know what was going on in her heart, and that Shui Feng Kong was dazzling her eyes, but she didn't know that Yuan Shuhua had also turned into another cloud surrounding her.
Love, like clouds, feels within reach. I want to hold it tightly in my hand, but it becomes empty in the blink of an eye.
Concept: Is love restrained or brave?