In Wen Zhi's vague and lingering memory, the sound of cicadas chirping in that midsummer lingered for a long time. That boy was like the blazing sun, leaving her with unforgettable and hot memories.
For Jiang Lin, Wen Zhi also left a profound mark in his world. Then it's been a long time. He couldn't fall in love with anyone but her, he thought.
Wen Zhi is the bright moon in his world. He wants to pick the moon, but also wants her to hang far away in the sky and shine on the earth.
Intention: Love is as great as death
