Ginkgo leaves in the morning mist, green camphor seeds, and a misread Song poem. When Ji Qianwu's heartbeat was filled with Xu Wu's figure, the joke of fate was hidden in the light blue envelope - the recipient was not her. In the wet youth, those notes, glances and unspoken thoughts eventually rolled down into a sigh like hangover dewdrops. It turns out that the romantic connection of "the sky is connected to the clouds and the waves are connected to the dawn fog, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails" is just the Tower of Babel she built alone, and Xiaowu is not the morning glow born for Qianwu after all.
Concept: Youthful time