Lin Yuexuan's brush can paint the coldest moonlight, but he cannot paint his fragmented past. Until Jiang Shiyue was like an untimely sun, smashing into the rocks he built with indifference - the boy who always called him "Hey" on the basketball court happened to know all his secrets: such as the antidepressants he hid in his painting kit, such as the unhealed scars under his cuffs.
"Lin Yuexuan, what are you afraid of?" Jiang Shiyue pressed him against the studio door, sweat mixed with paint rubbing on his white shirt. Lin Yuexong opened his eyes and looked out the window at the moon climbing up the branches of the sycamore tree. It was very much like the last light he saw when he fell from a tall building on that rainy night many years ago.
What Jiang Shiyue didn't know was that every time he said "I will wait for you", Lin Yuexuan would silently say in his heart: "Don't wait any longer, my time stopped at the moonset long before I met you."
Purpose: Using the imagery of "moonlight" and "time" to collide, explore how teenagers break down inner barriers through two-way redemption as they grow up - the lonely world constructed by the cold young man Lin Yuexuan with his paintbrush is melted by the "heat of time" of the enthusiastic young man Jiang Shiyue, revealing the healing core of "no matter how hard the rock is, its edges will be smoothed by gentle time, and no matter how alienated the moonlight is, it will wait until its own sun".
