In this urban jungle where light and shadow intersect, a symbiosis of tenderness and explosion is quietly staged
She is Cheng Yuanxia - a walking glass of strong wine, exploding and burning between the neon lights and the wine glass. The bar is the battlefield of her dreams, and bartending is her art. Her wealthy family background gave her the confidence, but it also brought the shackles of scrutiny from her parents. She is fiery and fiery, and is the little sunshine in the eyes of her friends. She is calm in the face of trouble and uses her actions to split all thorns. However, the difficulty of starting an independent business and the desire to prove her anxiety make her, the little sun, occasionally need a quiet haven.
He is Jiang Jiuchi - a deep quiet pool, silently guarded by singing and silence. Singing in bars is his livelihood, and the tenderness and responsibility that are engraved in his bones are the foundation of his life. The experience of being raised by his grandmother made him accustomed to hiding his responsibilities and emotions deep in his heart, just like carefully caring for those silent lives. He talks little and the world is not big, but he builds the most solid embankment with actions to protect everything he cherishes - his elderly grandma, a small shop that carries the mark of the old time, and the radiant she who unexpectedly breaks in.
When the exploding sun hits the quiet deep pool, it creates more than just ripples. Her vitality and impulsiveness are unpredictable variables in his step-by-step life, stirring up a pool of spring water; his stability and meticulous protection are the safest place for her to return after charging into battle, smoothing her restless edge. She admired his mountain-like reliability and felt sorry for the weight he carried alone; he marveled at her wind-like mobility and wisdom in resolving crises, and her unguarded enthusiasm warmed the loneliness in her heart.
