No. 17 Wutong Lane Wind Chime

"When the glazed wind chime rings at No. 17 Wutong Lane—— People pawn a good night's sleep in exchange for a precise rainstorm; Mortgage a lifetime of fear and redeem a moment of clear sky. Wen Qian never thought that this diary recording her mother's secret recipe for plum stains, Will be the key to unlocking the scars of the universe. The guilt of the fire survivor, the tail tip blood of the Star Sand Fox clan leader, The interstellar signal that makes the girl's hair transparent... The fragments of souls scattered in the world, At the doomsday moment when the star cocoon tears the heart rainbow bridge, It has become an invitation for mankind to prove to the universe that "we deserve to exist." The moment Luji and Xiaoyun jumped into the energy storm, The translucent fingertips cling to the silver mane of the spiritual beast, Burn yourself into the last star rope that binds the two worlds. What responded to them was the sound of a kiln worker beating the earth. It's the glowing grass under the dark wall mural of a socially fearful girl, It's seven billion living beings whose souls are weightless, The phrase sung with heartbeats: "There is still light here.