In the eighth year of the Republic of China, osmanthus flowers fell in Jinling City.
The cold and lonely girl Shen Jingshu heard the truth about her mother's death anniversary for the first time at her father's concubine's 100-day banquet.
In the deep courtyard, she was walking on thin ice until she met Mr. Sun Yiwen, who was wearing a green shirt and was as gentle as jade.
His studio was her escape from the oppressive reality, and his thoughts opened the door to a new world for her.
From the girl who copied the paintings to the fellow travelers who took the risk to rescue the students, a forbearing and profound emotion quietly grew in the turmoil of the home country.
However, a lie about "an old friend who died young under the sycamore tree" and a parting involving life and death made deep love buried deep in my heart. It was not until I returned from the war that I found twenty-six unsent birthday gifts and a final letter in the iron box, which revealed the regrets I had missed for half my life and the silent love.
The sycamore trees are still there, but this person has passed away. She spends the rest of her life waiting for those unspeakable years.
Concept: In the torrent of brokenness, they keep their ideals and paintings as companions
