When Mo Yilan was young, he often saw his father, Mo Lianchen, carving jade ornaments for his mother. He felt that at that time, he was just like jade in the hands of others, being carved by others, with no room for resistance.
Later, he liked to play with jade, but never carved it. He believed that not doing anything to it was the best way to cherish it.
Until one day…
Someone suddenly appeared next to him and told him that "carving may also be a kind of cherishing rather than playing with."
But broken jade can no longer be carved with preciousness...
The fake Neptune beauty Shou vs. The cement heart sealing attack (later turned into a loyal dog) reunited slightly, ending in HE. This is a story of misplaced love.
Intention: True love will never be buried