Jiang Wan met Song Yuchuan for the first time in the corridor.
He was radiating tiredness.
His hair is light, and the broken hair on his forehead half covers his forehead.
His eyes were so clean, as clear as autumn water, without a trace of blood, and as deep as an abyss.
There is a small mole of tears quietly dotted in the left corner of the eye, just like the stars beside the moon when the night falls.
Concept: The fog remains, the mountains are hidden, and love lasts forever
