The winter in Nancheng is deep, and the old things are still warm but not cold. Fu Rumeng spent a long time trying to seal the name Jiang Huai, along with all the sweetness and pain associated with it, under the ice of memory. She thought that distance and time would eventually smooth everything out, until at an ordinary gathering of her mutual friend Lin Wei, the seemingly random news dropped like a pebble into dead water - "Jiang Huai is back from Beijing."
It is not only old friends who return, but also those days and nights that have been deliberately forgotten: walking side by side along the Wutong Road on campus, quarreling and hugging over trivial matters in a small rented apartment, the decisive back view and the sound of the door closing on a rainy night after breaking up... The goodwill and care of friends have become a sweet burden, and overlapping social circles make avoidance futile. The reappearance of Jianghuai is more like a key, opening Pandora's box unexpectedly.
When they met unexpectedly in a familiar cafe, were forced to sit at the same table at a mutual friend's wedding, and bumped into each other on a deserted street late at night... The mask of calmness and self-control showed cracks again and again. Those unexplained misunderstandings, the hurt caused to each other, the unquenched feelings deep in the heart, fiercely fighting with pride, self-esteem, and the fear of being hurt again.
Friends negotiated, misunderstood, or had no choice but to stay away, witnessing the cruelty and tenderness of this emotional tug-of-war. This is a war without a winner. Every step closer may lead to bruises, and every step away is like cutting off flesh and blood.
