On the wedding day, the bride, Li Yahong, vanished into thin air and went to the city with Liu Jianqiang.
With no other choice, her younger sister, Li Yali, took her place and married Xu Liang.
Everyone thought Li Yahong had gone off to pursue love of her own accord, while Li Yali had merely been forced to fill the vacancy.
But no one knew that running away together was no escape, and being married off in someone's place did not necessarily mean accepting one's fate.
On one side were a tofu stall, muddy roads, and hearts slowly drawing closer in a downpour.
On the other were a cramped rented room, promises that came to nothing, and people repeatedly driven to a dead end by life.
The sisters each set out on the path they had chosen. Beneath their sweet vows lurked undercurrents, while tenderness hid in the seemingly peaceful routines of daily life.
The lives they thought they held in their hands might, perhaps, have been an unforeseen journey from the very beginning.
