They fell in love at the age when they should never have met, with naive certainty and cruel pride.
Lin Qiaosu is a flower that grew from the ruins. He learned to bloom in silence, and to walk away from love. Born of a blood tie woven from coercion and control, he still possesses a rare gentleness and resolve. He asks no one to save him. He only wants to live freely for the little time he has.
Shen Yanshu once feared no storm, and once believed that possession was love. He was too proud, too powerful, and too slow to understand. Only after the other turned and left did he realize that some mistakes, once made, last a lifetime.
Years later, they meet again. The airport crowd surges around them, and their eyes meet like a judgment.
They have both changed, yet neither has ever truly let go.
This is a story about losing and finding each other, only to head toward another farewell.
About control and freedom, hurt and forgiveness, love and the inability to speak.
About two people learning how to love someone amid the fissures of fate, even if they cannot keep him in the end.
