"Her wilderness is too deep, his spring is too late"
Wen Xu's world is a wasteland with no grass growing. His school uniform covers his cigarette scars, and his smile is as gentle as ever.
Until Chen Xun broke into this wilderness with a spring flood, he stubbornly sowed seeds and clumsily spread the meaning of spring.
He was clumsy to warm her, and she was clumsy to love.
After all, the wilderness did not wait for spring.
Chen Xun held her cooling body and saw clearly the sweet rain that never fell to the ground in the depths of the wasteland.
"Her wilderness is too deep, and my spring... Comes late."
Concept: Some springs only exist on the way to yet to be reached
