Xiao Xiao is like a rose with thorns. The scars from her childhood make her raise sharp thorns to everyone who comes close. Until she met Xiao Yan, a man who mocked himself as not being a Bodhisattva but was willing to pick up crumbs for her. He remembered her stubbornness of being obsessed with Begonia, so he imbued his life with the scent of her love: the fragrance was the crispness of Xifu Begonia, the perfume was the sweetness of Begonia, and even his cuffs were stained with the bitter fragrance of Begonia.
For six years, he became the only anchor in her dreams. She once whispered in his ear: Without you, I would not live to be twenty years old. But when the begonia flowers finally bloomed in their future, Xiao Xiao couldn't tell whether the warmth was real or an illusion. Xiao Yan's smile, the temperature in his palms, and even the smell of crabapples in his breath were like an ink painting blurred by rain.
When the truth pierced into the palm of her hand like a broken branch, she was shocked to realize that the most beautiful things are often wrapped in the sharpest truth.
Concept: When healing becomes a dream, is the remaining love the antidote or poison?