The secret of midsummer has never been told to anyone. I thought it would be dusted with the inferiority and dirty mind, but I never thought that Mingjiu would once again stretch out his hands with dazzling light toward success. Inferiority, sensitivity and entanglement, chaos intertwined in the heart; breaking free from the shackles of restraint, holding on tightly, but never thought that "man can conquer nature" is a lie, only "it is hard to violate destiny"; the last shot, even without bullets, can be easily broken...
Intent: Opposing identities cannot escape fate, and the love between lovers echoes fate