When she was five years old, Yu Mingyue discovered that her home was cold.
Her father's eyes can kill people, but they will hide the stars for her when he lifts them high; her mother is as silent as the north wind, but she will mend the break of dawn for her in the middle of the night.
Eighteen years later, when she was finally able to look directly at the blue tile that she had never wiped warm in her childhood, she understood——
Some coldness is destined to last throughout the years, but people are learning how to warm themselves throughout their lives.
Concept: They gave me cold tiles, but I learned to use cracks to let in light.