Ten miles away from home, there is hidden smoke. He is Ye Tingjun, the famous military governor's son in Shanghai. He has a beautiful tree facing the wind, a head of unruly short broken hair, and a bohemian behavior. He is a frequent visitor to dance floors and casinos, and he is also a dazzling and dangerous chess piece on his father's chessboard. She is the orchid that quietly exudes fragrance deep in the alley - Shen Mingyi, who is eighteen years old, blind, with a black braid hanging down her shoulders. She makes a living by selling flowers and singing. In the eternal darkness, she touches the world with her heart and expresses her joys and sorrows with her songs.
An unexpected spring rain led Ye Tingjun to Shen Mingyi, who was taking shelter from the rain on the street corner and singing softly. Her ethereal singing penetrated the hustle and bustle, and was so pure that it was not stained by dust; her clear but unfocused eyes seemed to reflect the desolation and loneliness deep in his soul. The throbbing that he had never felt before drove him, a prodigal who played with the world, to clumsily and forcefully break into her silent world.
At first, I was curious and lustful, but I gradually fell into love with her tenacious and pure soul and her singing voice that was like the sound of nature. In Shen Mingyi's world, Ye Tingjun came into contact with the long-lost reality and tranquility, and regained the perception that had been paralyzed by wealth and indulgence. And Shen Mingyi, for the first time in the boundless darkness, felt such a hot, contradictory and fatally attractive temperature - the smell of tobacco on his fingertips, the crisp texture of his suit, the occasional tenderness under his frivolous words, and the "color" he painted for her, all became the most thrilling music in her life.
However, troubled times do not tolerate romance. The shackles of the family, the calculations of political enemies, the strife of warlords, the instability of the family and the country...
