Liu Yuwan, your name is the spring embedded in amber, existing in every spring and scene.
The neon colors of steel and concrete are no match for the sunshine of Daoxiangniang.
Even if you sink into the deepest part of the ocean trench, your palms will still carry the waves.
Thirty thousand sunrises always come to a time when the sun is burned on the skin.
I only wish that your soul is no longer imprisoned in the body.
Concept: Depression is not hypocritical