For thousands of years, he looked like mosquito blood on a flawless white wall, lingering on it. He is the little sun in his dark and humid world, the end of obsession and the source of redemption. "Qi Jin, but after so many years, I only have you in my heart." Many years later, when the dead tree bloomed, he said, "Pull open my heart, and that is the real sun."
It's a pity that it is better to forget each other in the world than to help each other.
Concept: A sequel to a reunion after a long separation