In a cafe in a rainstorm in Chiang Mai, Jiang Lin's camera focused on Su Wanzhou's side face.
He is a wandering photographer chasing light and shadow, and Su Wanzhou is a landscape designer who was ravaged by Party A.
Destiny made them meet again on the streets of Paris, quarrel under the cherry blossom trees in Tokyo, and in the night market of Bangkok.
Share the same bowl of boat noodles.
He said: "Come to the next time zone with me, Wanzhou."
Su Wanzhou left her troubles behind to fulfill her youthful wish to travel around the world.
Until I got a call from a job headhunter in Bali.
Returning to Shanghai, she signed a contract.
He sent an unaddressed postcard showing an empty seat in the rain at a Chiang Mai cafe.
Six months later, during a connecting flight at Tokyo Airport, he stood under the Skytree billboard.
"Long time no see," he said in a hoarse voice, "do you still want to be in the camera this time?"
Intent: In the eternal torn between real responsibility and free soul, life is like a mirror frame, full of dislocation and unfinished regrets.