Su Wu once thought that life was a dive with no return - the silence of being left behind after her parents divorced, and the embarrassment of being framed in the workplace made her accustomed to wrapping her sincerity in thick armor, like a whale floating alone in the deep sea, even her breathing was filled with salty loneliness.
Until I met Jiang Che.
He is the owner of the used bookstore on Binjiang Road. His fingertips are stained with the fragrance of ink, and his eyes are filled with the soft waves of Qingjiang. The hot ginger tea delivered to her on a rainy day, the street lamps that were turned on silently when she returned home from overtime work, and her words "Don't be afraid, I'm here" when she broke down and cried - like a beam of light that penetrated the thick fog above her head, illuminating the softness that no one had ever touched.
But the shadows of the past never dissipate: Su Wu's secrets hidden in old photo albums, Jiang Che's original family trauma that Jiang Che doesn't want to mention, and the misunderstanding and distance between the two. They are like two ships sailing in the fog. When they are close, they are afraid of crushing each other's fragility, but when they are far away, they are pulled by the care in their hearts.
The whale fell into the deep sea, giving the sea its last tenderness; and when Su Wu met Jiang Che, he understood the true salvation. It is when someone is willing to accompany you through the fog and tell you: you don't have to be strong alone.
When the fog clears and the clouds open, and the green river reflects the moon, can they let go of the shackles of the past and let the river in their hearts always be full of affection and stability like a falling whale?
