I hate autumn. For me, autumn is not harvest, but loss, and I also hate amber. The mutual harm caused by the misunderstanding of first love, and the silent departure of my college girlfriend made me wonder whether I was worthy of being loved and whether I still had the courage to love. Some people say that love is like fine wine, it lasts forever, but can it withstand the deep waiting? When I was lonely, lonely and in financial straits, I got a job as an undercover agent. I didn't expect that the person I was undercover would be her...
Concept: The tearing of the two worlds of ideals and reality turns boys into men