For Shen Chuwu, the world is beautiful, but it is also ruthless.
The hustle and bustle of the city that I was bored with when I was a child has now become my search for the beating pulse of the world.
Eighteen years old, because of search, because of desire, it seems like an accident but also like fate,
The accident of the plane, the falling lake, the hurried white candle
Since then, across the ditches of civilization,
Let Bai Zhu, a young Miao boy trapped in Qingli, grasp hope.
It also allows the imprisoned soul to find a way out
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Intention: When I saw you, my eyes were full of spring mountains