Where Is the Starting Point, Where Is the End Point

[The proud son of heaven who fell into the clouds The flying genius who tore apart the night sky is now only a body sunk in alcohol. Lin Xiayu clutched her broken pilot license, and in the deafening bar, she was suddenly pierced by a sound like a clear spring that pierced her heart. When the scarred girl on the stage sang with her eyes closed, butterflies fluttered between her broken collarbones, ready to fly. Her bruised throat held the starlight of the entire universe, and his whiskey-stained palms held the smell of the burning cockpit. When bloody intelligence surfaced from the wreckage of the crash, two souls trapped in the cage of the past discovered that the air crash three years ago was not the end, but the starting point of all conspiracies. He wanted to ferry her to escape the hell on earth, but she wanted to push him to the stars. When the disguised accident revealed its fangs, the buried joystick trembled again. This time they held more than just each other's hands - "You teach me to break through the sonic boom cloud, and I will take you to hear the applause that breaks through the clouds and rocks. This is how we should reunite."