"There are thousands of things in life, but there are three that I love: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and you are morning and evening."
Ten years ago, Xu Jiran slapped Pan Yisheng in public downstairs from the boys in Guangyuan. Ten years later, he is the superior manager and she is the creative director wearing a mask.
The winter in Beijing is too cold, and the two lonely people have become "accomplices" tacitly. From oden cooking at a convenience store late at night to the ambiguous mist of Tengchong hot springs; he shielded her from a difficult drinking party, carried her up the mountain on a rainy night, and made her a bowl of unskilled scallion noodles. He gave her all the preferences and exceptions, but he couldn't give her the title of "girlfriend".
Xu Jiran thought that her reunion with Pan Yisheng was just an accident where each got what he wanted. Little did they know that he was making plans every step of the way, using a bottle of strong wine and a winter snow to trap her into his territory. But when she fell deeply into it, she found that fate had played a trick on her. She cruelly said they were breaking up, but Pan Yisheng said the most heart-wrenching words with a cruel smile on his lips:
"Xu Jiran, when did we hold hands? How could we break up without holding hands?"
That night, she gave up her heart and left Lhasa; that night, he learned that she had a secret pregnancy. Everything seems to be too late.
The night in Lhasa was bone-chillingly cold, with only a wall separating her. She welcomed a new life in the emergency room, while he went into eternal loneliness in the cardiology department next door. The song "Whiskey Lullaby" seemed to still be echoing in the wind, and the man who said he would live one more day than her finally broke his promise.
Intention: Love is the tenderness that will leave a light for you even in desperate situations; it is the protection that will never fade even if the yin and yang are separated.