It's Not Too Late to Clear up the Harvest

In the folds of time, some love is destined to be silent thunder. This is a chronicle of regret. From the desk in childhood to the stranger in adulthood, from the resonance of souls to the gap in reality, Wei Zhiyu spent his whole life loving someone who could only look at him from afar. His love is like a glimmer in the dust. Although it is not dazzling, it shines alone over the long years. It is traceless but profound.