"She calculates the time difference with twenty-seven bluebells, but she hides the whole spring in her suitcase."
The photographer who ran into his arms on a rainy night, smelling of developer, planted sunflowers on the notepad of florist Lin Wanxing.
Su Yuqing's lens cap is always stained with exotic moss, and her collarbone tattoo and the iris leaking ink from the pen overlap in the rain vapor to form a mystery.
When the jacarandas of Yunnan hit the polar night of Iceland, the branches broken by the heavy rain revealed a shocking truth in the darkroom - those Wednesdays that were regarded as farewells at three o'clock in the afternoon had already been made by someone from bluebell seeds into a clock that traveled through the eternal night.
I repair your broken lens cap, and you knock over my sealed sunflowers.
Before the aurora comes, who hears the sound of seeds breaking through the ground first?
▼Gentle and forbearing florist × romantic wandering photographer
▼Plant Jet Lag/Secret Love Comes True/Both Rush to Redemption
▼"It turns out that you turned the heavy rain I was exposed to into the Milky Way that watered the aurora"
Concept: Love is evenly matched