"Nothing will happen" is tattoo artist Wen Zhangfu's only wish for himself every day before opening the door.
It was also the most extravagant fantasy that the gangster Zhang Qingrong had when he looked at the ceiling after being beaten.
One rainy night, Wen Zhangfu's shop door opened for Zhang Qingrong, who was soaked all over.
From then on, two people who are accustomed to licking blood from the edge of a knife have become each other's troubles, or have they become the only roof under which each other can sleep peacefully in the storm?
Intent: Find the balance point of love between sharpness and softness