"He has been painting with his wounds all his life, and I was the one that hurt him the most."
Bai Qing's sketchbook is full of moments that Bai Tang doesn't know about.
Bai Tang's youth was full of secrets that Bai Qing did not dare to tell.
——There is a kind of love in this world, which is a rusty key and a festering bandage. It would rather rot in your memory than become a burden to you.
Concept: Love is a rusty key, a festering wound, and the pain that persists despite knowing that there is no hope.
