In the midst of the heavy snowfall, Cheng Jiujiu raised his head. The young man's originally stern eyes were now a little more reluctant and a little softer. He didn't know if he should accept the reality. Fifteen years, and there can be several more fifteen years in a person's life. He gently opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at the sleeping girl inside, and then lowered his head. For the first time, it was so difficult to choose between illusion and reality...
Concept: What you hear with your ears may not necessarily be true, and what you see with your eyes may not necessarily be true.