In this world where walls are built with indifference, Lin Lin is an untouchable island of violence in the eyes of others. Born into a wealthy family and raised in an emotional vacuum, the deepest betrayal in his youth caused him to completely shut down, refusing to approach anything with sharp eyes and a violent temper. He lives in a luxurious but cold apartment, facing the abyss in his heart alone. He no longer believes in warmth and no longer needs anyone.
Xu Qiyan is the most inconspicuous gentle glimmer among the crowd. She is like a flower growing quietly in the corner, with a prematurely mature heart hidden under her light purple-pink gradient hair. She took care of her frail mother, used her hands to weave a little warmth into the floral arrangements and handicrafts, and used her smile to cover up the fatigue of life. She was used to being patient, used to being soft, and used to not being seen.
Two people who were supposed to be on parallel lines intersected due to an unexpected collision.
He hated crowds and touching, but when the girl who was nearly forty centimeters shorter than him accidentally bumped into his arms, he didn't push away for the first time - she smelled of sunshine and flowers.
She was afraid of conflicts and was used to giving in, but when she faced this tall man with sinister eyes and a bad temper, she did not look away for the first time - she saw a fleeting look of confusion under his violent temper.
"Stay away from me," he had told everyone.
"Are you okay?" She asked him softly.
He began to think of the freesias she handed over clumsily when he was having a violent attack, and during sleepless nights he thought of her back on tiptoe arranging the flower stand.
She began to see cracks in his cold silence, and touched the warmth in his inadvertent protection.
