"Ruonai, whether you believe it or not, I love you very much."
"Then, why did you let go in the first place..."
The night has no boundaries, there is no moon, but there are stars. I don't know when the wind started. There is a smell of duckweed floating in the room. Warm orange lights are shining down, and the mottled shadows on the wall are clinging tightly.
"Ruona, let's get married."
"Okay."
Ten years later, the story of 270 after the end of the future war
(The introduction is adapted from Wang Kailing's "The Bright Spirited Man")
Intention: love