A road separates two worlds.
On one side is the financial business district with flashing neon lights. Wen Tingzhou is wearing a crisp suit, running between reports and meetings. The high-pressure work makes him breathless, and even in his dreams there is the sound of endless keyboard typing.
On one side are the old streets and alleys filled with fireworks. Lin Ruan wears an off-white apron and guards a small dessert shop. She kneads the soft and glutinous taro paste into the time and uses the sweet fragrance to calm the fatigue of passers-by. Her days are dull and stable.
They were originally two parallel lines that would never intersect, but they collided due to an oolong caused by a taro cake.
The stained suit, the apology with red eyes, the soft and sweet fragrance permeated the tense nerves. From then on, the investment bank elites had a warm lamp in the dessert shop on their way home late at night; the old street girl's small shop had a regular customer.
He took off his armor in her sweet fragrance, and she gained courage in his determination.
This is a story about healing and redemption. It has nothing to do with the dramatic plot, only the gentleness of the flowing water——
When the soft wind blows over Tingzhou, the smoke of fireworks beside the neon lights becomes the most moving scenery in the world.
