It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover.
When Tang Wan'er knelt in the ruins after the earthquake, she recalled the deathbed sigh of Yu Xuanji, a talented woman from a generation a thousand years ago, and couldn't help but feel the same sadness. Seventeen seconds ago, the boy who chased her thousands of miles to teach in Dongzang smiled and blocked the sickle of death for her, and fell softly into her arms. At that moment, she suddenly understood that there was really a kind of emotion in the world that ended before it even started. The love and gratitude that were too late to be spoken were like the spider thread wrapped around the heart of a lover that was suffocating but unwilling to let go. In the end, she chose: if she could go to the world where he existed under any conditions, then that was the place, and she would be happy to do so.
Intention: This world cannot be without light, nor can it be without darkness. Redemption is always mutual, there is no black or white.