The appearance of love is looming.
Xia Wan didn't know what love looked like, but she kept chasing love in the back mountains, by the river, and in the fields with milkvetch.
When she grew up, Xia Wan's love was "I am your sun" on the other end of the phone, the sound of the rails hitting each other, and the love poems painted with purple milkvetch...
She saw the stars and the sea in his eyes.
He saw blooming flowers in her eyes.
Concept: Hazy campus love, intertwined in time