There Is No Spring in New Zealand

She said the postcards from her father when he was living abroad were "Love is never a bondage". Even his ex-girlfriend's return to China and reconciliation became the key to unlocking his obsession - it turned out that what he "cannot keep" was not freedom, but the failure to learn to reconcile with himself. It's still raining in New Zealand, but Tang Qiubai's dessert shop has warm lights and Wei Zhe's supermarket is open next door. When the sweetness of the strawberry tart overwhelmed the coldness in her heart, when he helped her carry flour, and she listened to him talk about trivial family matters, the two finally understood: "There is no spring in New Zealand" was never true. The softness hidden behind the twists and the determination at the end of confusion had already made their own spring bloom in each other's hearts. This is a cross-ocean meeting, and it is also the mutual redemption of two people - in the aroma of desserts, in the bonds of family, they learn to reconcile with the past and walk with themselves.