Three years ago, in western Sichuan.
Covered in bruises, she left her final fling behind on National Highway 318. He posed as a student traveling on a shoestring, but was really an heir to a wealthy family. Young and ardent, he gave his first stirrings of love to a woman whose past was a mystery.
They tangled in a camper van and kissed beneath the stars, making love at a mountain pass five thousand meters above sea level. She thought it was just a fleeting affair, over as soon as morning came.
So one morning, she left without a word, taking with her a secret he must never know and disappearing along with her name.
Three years later, in Haicheng.
She is the most inconspicuous employee at a small company, hiding herself away in a corner in clothes washed pale with wear.
He is the CEO based on the twenty-ninth floor of headquarters, always impeccably dressed in a suit, yet suddenly he shows up at her company.
She tries to run, but he insists on chasing her. She says they will never meet again. He replies, “I can’t let you run away again.”
The first half: a steamy road-trip fling, where desire is only human and passion runs free.
The second half: the push and pull of adult romance, where not a word says “love,” yet every sentence means it.
A boat drifts through the fog, unable to see what lies ahead. She hides in the mist, and he searches for her there. Uncertain, restrained, and patient, yet never giving up.
This is a story about running away and waiting, about heartbreak and healing.
