Zhang Hegui had worked in traditional Chinese medicine therapy for thirty years, and in recent years he had begun to feel that time was slipping away. His wife, Jin Shasha, was an illiterate, unambitious country woman. Zhang Hegui's handsome face was often creased with a frown, his unhappiness plain to see.
In their daily life, his wife's temper was rough, and she could not communicate with him normally. Zhang Hegui's career was flourishing, and he was unwilling to patiently discuss things with her. The couple had reached the point where they could barely stand the sight of each other.
The gulf between them grew ever wider. Against this backdrop, in the dead of night Zhang Hegui often remembered Wang Xihong, his unconfessed first love and deskmate from middle school. He always imagined that if he had confessed his love back then, his marriage would have been blissfully happy.
Wang Xihong, whom he had not seen in years, found out the address of Zhang Hegui's clinic in Tianjin and suddenly showed up. She said her son, who was nearly thirty, suffered from depression and asked him to treat him. Concerned about his wife's feelings, Zhang Hegui hesitated. In the end, he cured Wang Xihong's son's depression, but found himself trapped in an emotional quagmire, struggling desperately.
As he wondered what would become of his marriage, he discovered that even his stubborn, unyielding wife was slowly changing...
