In the flower art studio on a rainy night, Su Wan was lowering her head to prune the ruined roses, and her muddy fingertips traced the thorny flower stems - just like her marriage that had long since decayed. When the door was pushed open, Lin Yang stood in the entrance with a cold look, his eyes behind the camera lens were astonishingly bright, "Miss Su, I'm here to pick up the reserved moonlight roses."
No one knew that this well-known photographer in the industry would become the most inappropriate footnote in Su Wan's marriage.
Su Wan's wedding ring was still on her ring finger, and the ring mark was as deep as a scar. Her husband Gu Mingcheng's cold violence was like a blunt knife, but Lin Yang's appearance was like an unprepared wildfire. He would squat in the corner of the studio and wait for her until late at night. He would silently stand in front of her when her husband was making things difficult for her. He would ask with red eyes, "Su Wan, do you dare to look at me?"
She didn't dare. Her body had already lost its warmth due to the friction of marriage, and her soul was even more stained with the dust of compromise. But when Lin Yang burst into her bathroom covered in rain and stared at her with eyes that had never been contaminated by the world, she was defeated.
In this shady relationship, they kept an absurd bottom line and even kissed with great care. She is a married woman whom everyone sympathizes with, but in her young body, she has found the long-lost throbbing and guilt.
When Gu Mingcheng broke her vase, and when Lin Yang's mother blocked her studio and scolded her for being shameless, Su Wan finally understood: some roses are destined to have thorns, and some love is destined to bloom in the quagmire of the world from the beginning. And that clean young man wanted to use his hottest sincerity to warm up her already cold past.
