Chen Danmo had always thought of himself as a lonely person.
Maybe it was the decrepit sentry post, strewn with debris in the alley at dusk.
Maybe it was the rancid stench of decay in the dilapidated shack.
Maybe it was the two of them walking away beneath that day's setting sun, leaving everything behind.
Chen Danmo didn't love this world.
Or rather, this world didn't love him.
But he had no way to escape it.
Until he found a gold card in the alley.
It seemed he'd finally escaped that world.
He had come to a world that loved him.
This world celebrated his arrival.
The one thing he never expected, though, was that person's appearance.
More precisely, everything that happened afterward because of his arrival.
He said his name was Ximo.
A gong who was cold, world-weary, yet still carried a heart full of hope (Ximo).
A shou who was desolate and indifferent, yet still brimming with fresh, lively energy (Chen Danmo).
"Your world isn't only black and white."
"With faint ink and light strokes, I'll cross these hardships with you."
Theme: Face the storm bravely
