The sky turned pale, and the figures of Feng Wumian and Chao Zhao gradually lengthened, slanting into Ye Xingchen's eyes. She suddenly remembered how helpless she felt every time she accompanied Feng Wumian to watch the stars. But this time it's different. It's almost dawn, and when you look up from now on, there will only be day and morning sun, and no longer the long night and the stars.
But what Ye Xingchen didn't know was that for a person who had been in the endless darkness for a long time, the faint starlight he saw for the first time was enough to outshine all the light he encountered thereafter.
Concept: mythology, fairy tales, group portraits