When the first snow in London fell into the studio, Fu Qingcheng bumped into Su Wanning, who was painting in the studio - the sun flooded her plain profile, and the brush flowed on her fingertips. That glance became the beginning of his obsession.
In the eyes of others, he was a cool and self-possessed elite studying abroad, but he was completely defeated by her gentleness that suddenly came and went. The trivial sharing in the conversation was hidden with tension, and the smiles on the dates alone were mixed with temptation. Her occasional vulnerability made him feel distressed, but her nonchalance and ease of dealing with suitors made him fall into endless anxiety.
He already knew that her first love that she had been obsessed with for ten years had been hidden in her heart, he had seen her humble confession to the empty private message box late at night, and he had witnessed her embarrassment in waiting in the snow to win back her old love. She seduces with brightness and uses pain as a weapon. The shadow of her original family makes her accustomed to filling her loneliness with ambiguity, but she never really opens her heart to anyone.
Fu Qingcheng wanted to let go countless times while pulling himself, scolding himself for his sinking and lowliness, but every time she looked back at him, those determinations fell apart. This secret love that started out of lust has already become a shackles that binds each other in the entanglement day after day.
He walked with her through the fog of lies and sincerity, and witnessed her struggle between obsession and reality, but he could never see clearly how sincere the tenderness in her eyes was? And will his protection like a moth to a flame eventually become a footnote to her ambiguous game, or will it be the key to her disguise?
Intention: The two-way pull between obsession and redemption in imperfect relationships
