Two male protagonists
The first snow in early winter is always light and elegant, with dots of pure white falling leisurely from the night sky to the ground, and soon forming a thin layer of frost on the ground. In a ruined temple away from the bustling streets, the silence and faint warmth of winter nights envelope this small space. The occasional sound of charcoal burning in the brazier only adds to the atmosphere.
Ning Zhicheng held the feverish person in his arms, looking at a loss.
The person in his arms moved slightly, barely opening his eyelids, and what he saw was the pitiful look of Ning Zhicheng who was about to cry but not cry. The moon-white coat made Ning Zhicheng look like a dream.
Luo Zhu muttered something vaguely, and even he didn't hear it clearly, but Ning Zhicheng clearly captured the words "I like it." It was accompanied by his own heartbeat that was stronger than ever.
Concept: The moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart.