Pure Color Eyes

We once looked up at the night sky in our dreams, and the stars shone out, revealing the pain buried in our hearts. We once cried in the drenching rain, and the glaze of autumn water could not condense into the Xiao Feng above our heads. People have thought about escaping the blockade of fate, but in the end, Enron's chess game has not been broken. We all have our own stories. When cyan pupils appear, a boy is still a boy. Grab my hand, this time, we can find our lost destiny together...