Two girls who were struggling and confused in Beijing agreed to spend a hundred evenings together. From roadside skewers stalls, wandering in alleys to meditating by the lake, they travel to every corner of the city and accept each other's fatigue, grievances and anxieties. 20 Days of confusion, 45 days of collision, 70 days of precipitation, until a hundred days later I feel at peace. There is no grand redemption, only the trivial daily companionship. Those aimless walks and unspoken thoughts may seem like a waste of time, but they are actually a process of reconciliation between the two young people and themselves. This is a gentle and healing growth record dedicated to everyone struggling in the city.
