Looking at Each Other

Song Zhixia's world is gray. The city's exhaust gas obscured the sky. In the midst of her exhaustion day after day, she met a young man who could shine. Gu Shen's world is cold. The neon lights in his city are always bright, and only when his consciousness sinks into darkness can he feel the warmth of a pair of hands. ——And a gentle face that I have never seen before.