Su Wanxing, a cutting-edge illustrator whose light is fading, stands on the edge of the precipice of fate. In front of her is her beloved but always absent lover Gu Yebai. His love is like a violent tide, sweeping everything but leaving a mess on the ground. Behind him is Lu Zhiyao, who is waiting silently. His company is like a silent harbor, gentle and tolerant of all her fears and fragility.
In the final hourglass of life, love, regret, resentment and relief are intertwined into a web. She chased the vague light in the distance, and also coveted the real warmth in front of her. The sound of the tide rises and sets, like an eternal lullaby, singing the final chapter of the countdown.
——Love is an unspoken apology and a lifelong watch. ——When the tide of life recedes, who is the last echo in your sleep? [Redemption + Confrontation + Charm of Group Portraits] She fell into the abyss, and ordinary passers-by each gave their own glimmer of light: those who offered warmth broke their defenses, those who helped found a way out, and the group of images gathered together to help her out of the darkness.
