Jiang Chaosheng and Su Mingyue, what is the love between two ordinary people? It's the rice balls stuffed in the typhoon, the model ship that was not delivered on the night of demolition, the tear stains on the medical records, and the silence that I dare not recognize in adulthood.
But there are some things that never rust.
The receipt from the convenience store, the mark on the breakwater, the poem that was never read out.
We were not born in the same tide in the end, but we became each other's moon on the sea.
Intention: love