Ling Lang and Jiang Yidu met again in the newly launched machine from another world. They overcame difficulties again and again, and they redeemed each other.
"I am a withered rose, a falling sun..." Jiang Yidu lay on Ling Lang's shoulder.
Ling Lang stroked his hair and asked, "Then what am I?"
"You?" Jiang Yidu looked up and chuckled: "You are the gardener who brought me back to life, and you are my primrose grass."
Intention: When the sunshine removes the haze, when the young man laughs