Mute girl Jinse VS genius qin player Shang Xian
"Fifty strings of a brocade harp without any reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
"Little mute, do you also like Qin?"
Jinse wrote "like"
"Do you still like Qin? Sese"
"I don't like it anymore"
Ten years ago, a firework called love exploded in my heart,
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is bright, flamboyant and reckless,
But they couldn't cross the identity gap after all.
Even if they are in their prime, they cannot break through the wall called "gap".
The boy saved the desperate girl,
Didn't the girl relieve the boy's worries?
The encounter can be brief, like the intertwined strings on a harp,
will eventually drift away,
"Sese, I'm sorry, we finally broke up"
Intention: They redeem each other but eventually separate