On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, in a small northern town, Wenling, a retired female soldier, met her father's bride, Ni Xia.
One is as sharp as a knife with the snow and scars of the plateau; the other is wrapped in the heat and secrets of the south, as gentle as water.
Between them lies the age of twenty, the collision of inferior cosmetics and disinfectant soap, and a common man.
In the loft of the hair salon, which is filled with the smell of hair dye, the two women see their own loneliness in each other's scars.
"Can't you smell womanly?"
"It's your perfume, it's too strong."
When the iron box of the past is pried open, they are each other's thorns and the only comfort - like frozen strawberries crushed in the snow, cruel yet sweet.
Purpose: Exchange of female emotions