The golden sunlight fell on the tiled floor through the bright glass window, and also fell on Chu Zihang's profile as he lowered his head to fill in the form. His light brown eyes scanned the form line by line attentively, and each sharp word came out of his pen. He Zhi'er suddenly stretched out his hand to cover the paper. Chu Zihang's hand suddenly stopped and he raised his head for no apparent reason. Then the eyes fell on her as expected. She smiled again.
Concept: Love is born from humble flesh and blood