"Spring comes out of dead trees, Xiang Xuye, you are my spring."
"Spring comes out of dead trees, and we are warm and we will never be separated again."
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As a teenager, Wen Yu was gradually shrouded in darkness under the influence of her native family. Xiang Xuye seemed like spring to her. Later, she understood that dead trees can also bloom in spring.
After another period of time, the secrets from childhood were brought up, as if they were being nakedly cut open in public.
Later, Xiang Xuye had a long dream, like looking back on the first half of his life, and like missing the girl who was swallowed by the darkness. He saw her for the last time.
"None of us have the ability to pity all living beings. Everyone has his own destiny. If the sea can make a wish, I sincerely hope that you can be safe and happy every day."
Intention: Love with all your heart