It was not spring when I came, but the garden was full of spring when I left.
There are many you in Ye Jinghan's diary, you who bow your head against the light and smile, you who have mist in your eyes when you encounter setbacks, there are many, many of you... But none of them belong to Ye Jinghan.
That inadvertent look up when she was a teenager made Ye Jinghan's world uneasy.
In the days that followed, I used countless lame excuses just to have a few words with Sang Qining, who I thought about day and night.
Concept: Ye Qinghan's longing for freedom