Lin Wei and Cheng Ye have been in love for five years, but when they were discussing marriage, they were overwhelmed by a mountain called the "wedding room."
She wanted stability, but he couldn't give it; he wanted to get married naked, but she didn't dare to gamble.
When "you can have a home only if you have a house" collides with "you can love without a house", all the tenderness is torn to pieces. The names on the real estate certificate, the urging of parents, and the superiority of friends have become sharp swords stabbing each other.
"Do you want me or that cold house?"
"What I want is a husband who can give me a future, not a boy who only says he loves me!"
From living in the same room to having a cold war in separate rooms, from being intimate to making AA bills. In a 50-square-meter rental house, they staged the cruelest love and murder.
Until one party made a wrong choice for the so-called "relief of difficulties".
This is a life-and-death struggle about love and bread, as well as a cruel torture about reality and ideals.
When love becomes a dilemma, should we break out of it or be trapped in it?
(In the ending, there may be a turning point, or there may be only regrets...)
