Shen Cheng's world was once like fogged glass, quiet but also cut off from all light. She is used to wrapping herself in silence, like a plant growing quietly in a corner, hiding her thoughts in the corner of the camera where no one cares.
Shiyang's life is like a movie with the fast-forward button pressed, noisy, but also hidden with unknown fatigue. She always used her smile as armor, shining like a little sun in the crowd, but occasionally she would stare at the empty dormitory in a daze late at night.
Their stories are not earth-shattering, they are just that on an ordinary afternoon, one lowered his head to pick up a pen, and the other reached out to hand the paper. Like two drops of ink falling on rice paper, each was clear at first, but later, as we got along day after day, it slowly blurred into a gentle boundary.
Concept: A naughty person needs a lover who can't be driven away.
