Standing on the steps outside the bank, she gazed at the deep blue sky and suddenly burst out laughing, though tears streamed down her face like a broken dam.
At thirty, Xiaoyu is raising her five-year-old daughter alone in the city. Rent, work, and gossip weigh on her from every side, but she never shows weakness and grits her teeth through every hardship.
One rainy night, she sideswipes Cheng Feng’s luxury car. Though strapped for cash, she is honest and straightforward, insisting on paying him back in installments and refusing to accept even a bit of charity. Accustomed to people who look out only for their own interests, Cheng Feng grows intensely curious. He quietly has someone look into her circumstances and watches over her from the shadows, helping her out of trouble time and again.
That initial curiosity slowly turns into affection and deep love as he observes and keeps her company day after day.
She has steered herself through half a lifetime of storms, never daring to hope for someone to lean on. Cheng Feng comes to her through the mist, not to pity her from a position of strength, but simply to walk beside her. She pulls herself out of the muck and finds her footing through her own efforts, while he brings all his tenderness to their life ahead. The wind knows her heart, and time will not betray their deep love.
